A funny story: we were meeting my brother for lunch at a particular restaurant where Carrie really likes the chicken soup. But it was 90+ degrees and I steered her away from the hot soup and suggested something else instead.
So she asked if she could order the soup another time when we went out there with Uncle Michael in the winter. And I said that we certainly could find a day she has off from school in the winter to meet Uncle Michael for lunch there. And she said, “Wait, I’m going to be in school in the winter, too?!? How will I ever build a snowman again?”, followed by many tears, until I suggested that maybe they did that in kindergarten at recess when there was snow, and plus, there are weekends and afternoons.
I think maybe she thought that she’d just be in school for a few days or weeks, not that this is the beginning of nearly two decades of academia. (If you count college.) Wonder what other misconceptions are floating around in that little head of hers?