Where's the Lamb?

I have a cute story I wanted to share with all of you.

Felicity spent the night at our house last night so she could ride along to take Kylee to school today. This is a big deal around here.

 She had to put on a pretty dress with matching leggings. (Even though no one was going to see her "outfit" under her winter clothes.)

 Once we got into Kylee's classroom, Felicity just stood there. Didn't say a word. She just stood as still as a statue while Kylee unloaded her backpack and hung up her jacket.

When it was time for us to go she didn't want to leave. I told her we had to go back home so the teacher could start the class.

She would not go.

Finally, she looked at the teacher and said, "Where's the lamb?"

The teacher looked at me and I said I didn't know what she was talking about. She kept insisting on seeing the lamb before we left. After trying to convince her for a few minutes that there wasn't a lamb in the classroom, I finally had to pick her up to force her to leave.

By the time we got to the car she was pretty upset. I kept asking her why she thought there was a lamb in the classroom and she finally "explained" herself.

Mary had  little lamb, little lamb, little lamb. Marry had a little lamb his fleece was white as snow.
He followed her to school one day, school one day, school one day.....................

 

Oh my goodness! The mind of a two year old!