Playground Drama

The elementary school that all the kindergartens and first graders attend in our school district has a beautiful playscape that was built by donation in memory of a student who passed away. Along with the playscape is a memorial rock with the little girls picture and name on it. After the first week of school Sophia came home with a bit of information regarding the playground.

Sophia: Mom did you know a little girl who use to go to my school died?

Me: Yes

Sophia: Well (with her best know it all attitude), her mother raised a lot of money to build us the play stuff on our playground. 

Me: Yes I heard she did it in memory of her daughter, which was a very nice thing to do.

Sophia: Yeah but did you know (once again in that knowledgeable voice), that she buried her under the wood chips?

Me: No she didn't.

Sophia: Yes she did, there's a rock with her picture on it in the wood chips, just like the rock where your mom is buried.

Me: No Sophia the little girl is not buried in the playground, that is a memory rock to remind everyone how special she was and how much she loved to play on the playground.

Sophia (looking completely disgusted with me):  Um, everyone who goes there knows she's buried under the wood chips, YOU just need to ask my principal.

Me: Well OK then.

With that I dropped it, because all little kids know the principals word is the law.