"Mommy?" Emma asked me yesterday, in the car on the way to Costco.
"Mommy, remember that time I thought Mrs. Teacher was sick?" (We will call her "Mrs. Teacher" for her sake. I know not everyone loves the idea of having their personal business all over the Internet. Especially, you know, this.) "Mommy, Mrs. Teacher wasn't really sick, she was in jail."
Wait... what?!? Something doesn't seem right here. Mrs. sweet, wonderful kindergarten Teacher isn't really the going to jail type.
"What do you mean Mrs. Teacher was in jail?"
"Well, she wasn't really in jail, like real jail, it was where there were too many people in jail, so she got to go home. But she has to go back to jail later."
"OK, I'm confused. Can you tell me that again?"
"Well." Emma is in her full I know everything mode now, ready to inform me of all of her teacher's time in jail. "Mrs. Teacher went to the thing by the jail, but there were too many people so they let her go home. That's why there was a sub, because she had to do that jail thing. But she didn't have to go to the jail, she will go again next year. But she wasn't sick, mom, it was that thing by the jail."
Suddenly, a light bulb clicked on over my head.
"Emma, do you mean Mrs. Teacher had jury duty?"
"Yes! That's what it was!" She then gave a huge sigh, content that she had gotten her point across.
I laughed a little inside. Thank heavens she told me that instead of someone else, lest my darling daughter spread slander about her sweet, kind kindergarten teacher's life of crime.