5-year olds have drama, too!
Just got back from seeing an attorney for our will/trust planning. Fun stuff, I tell ya. Anyway, this morning before my appt, I got a call from Big Mochi’s school. She’s in hysterics. They cannot calm her down so they called me.
Last night I reminded G that I was going to see the attorney. Big Mochi asked me what an attorney was. I replied, “A person who helps Mommy and Daddy with some business.” End of conversation.
Turns out today she told her buddy (let’s call her Jane) about my appt, and Jane’s parents just went through a bitter divorce complete with custody battle. You see where this is going?
Jane tells Big Mochi that her daddy is going to move out and she is only going to see him on the weekends. She says her mommy will not let her speak to her daddy and he’ll be far away. “Daddy’s Girl” flips out, thus my phone call. After a long time, she finally calms down enough to listen to me. I get through to her: attorneys do lots of things, we are fine, Daddy is not moving out.
The principal gets back on the phone, and lamely, I’m like… heh heh, uhh, sorry… then I hear screams and wails in the background.
Apparently Big Mochi attacked Jane. 

So yeah, that was my morning.
As a follow-up, Big Mochi was over it within the hour and she and Jane are best buds again. She declared she had the Best Day Ever later that night and when I brought up her tiff with Jane, she at first didn’t even remember it, then brushed it off with, “Oh yeah, but she didn’t know what she was talking about. Can we have McDonald’s for dinner?”
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