Shenanigans

Nearly all mysteries involving Mila are best left unsolved. I don't want to know what that sticky substance is on every doorknob, for example. Just clean it and move on. Don't ask questions. Sometimes, though, I decide I NEED TO KNOW.

On Friday when I picked Mila up from daycare, I followed her from the room she's in at the end of the day to her classroom because she always leaves her shoes there. Every single day she grabs all of her stuff except her shoes when she switches rooms, so every single day we go back for them. On Friday, though, she ran past her shoes and headed for her cubby. I already had her backpack and lunchbox, so I didn't know what she was up to.

She was up to her eyeballs in snacks.

Her cubby, which is basically a small locker without a door, was filled with a giant pile of snacks. Goldfish crackers and fruit snacks and pretzels and cookies and snacks on snacks on snacks. It looked like the snack aisle at Target had puked up all over her locker.

Mila's explanation, "The grandma gave them to me."

I had no idea what that meant and was HIGHLY suspicious. Why not give the snacks to all of the kids? There were names on some of them, which made it even more confusing. It was Friday after 5:00, though, so I wasn't real into the idea of walking to the other end of the building to ask a coherent adult questions. Instead, I told Mila we had to leave the snacks there and go home.

She cooperated, surprisingly.

All weekend she talked about "my snacks" and how they were in her cubby and she was going to get them when she next went to school. Except, when we arrived Monday morning, her cubby was empty. I made like Elsa and let it go and Mila seemingly did as well.

But then when I picked her up, Mila had more stories to tell about the snacks. As far as I can piece together, what actually happened is that she went through her entire class's snack bins, grabbed what she thought would be good, and stuck them in her locker. When Monday morning rolled around, a teacher saw her giant pile and returned it all. Somewhere in there Mila got a lecture about taking the snacks and such, but OMG I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS.

1. Who exactly are these people who don't notice when a tiny person is walking back and forth with armloads of snacks? I've met this child. She cannot be sneaky even when she tries really hard to be sneaky. She had to be about as subtle as an elephant marching through a pottery store as she snagged snack after snack. I'm not kidding when I say she had 35+ little bags of snacks in her cubby. She can only carry 2-3 at a time.

2. How did no kids rat her out? There are 23 kids total in that room. NONE OF THEM noticed their snacks were walking across the room?

3. Is Mila truly such an evil genius that she figured out how to pull off this caper in broad daylight without anyone noticing? Because if so, I'm going to need more padlocks.

And duct tape.

And super glue.

And more padlocks.

I'm in soooo much trouble, aren't I?

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[Mechelle]

But, who is the grandma?