Today Cairo's preschool class went on a trip the the local fire station a few blocks from her school. When I got home from work today I asked her what she did today. She said that she went to school. I asked her if she did anything fun at school. She said she played. Digging for the information I actually wanted (which was how she liked the fire station), I asked her if she went any where. Finally, she said, "Oh yeah, we went to the fire station." Then, nothing. No explanation about what she saw or what she liked.
I was a little disappointed that she wasn't spilling out to me every detail of her trip. Sadly, getting Cairo to give details of things she's been doing is almost impossible lately. Every answer is short and concise, completely lacking all detail. She reminds he of her father, Mr. Information. The exception to this rule, of course, is when she tattling on Jonah. She is full of details and happy to share them then.
So, I had no choice but to ask more questions. I asked her what she saw there. This was what I got- "We saw their kitchen. They have TWO (emphasis on two) refrigerators, a table with more chairs than ours, and six or seven coffees." (Each?- They must be really amped up fire fighters). When I asked her if she saw anything else, she shrugged, and that was the end of the conversation. You'd think a three, going on four, year old would be excited about the firemen, the firetruck, the sirens, and equipment. My daughter? She was more interested in the kitchen.
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