The After School Torture Chamber


I’ve been in kindergarten for three weeks now so I pretty much get the drill. School is freaking awesome. And it smells good. Unlike preschool, everybody in my class is potty trained so there’s not that lingering scent of poo wafting through the air. Yep, I’ve hit the big time.

What’s starting to reek is my mom’s daily after-school interrogations.

When I went to preschool she was pretty chill. She’d pick me up. I’d show her the 500 pieces of art I did that day and we were all good. Since kindergarten she bombards me with a zillion questions:

Do you have homework?  Did you eat all your lunch? Did you play with [fill in the blank with any random girl she met for 2 seconds during drop off] she seems like a nice girl. Do you like your teacher? What did you learn today? Do I look fat in these jeans?  Did you remember to bring home your sweater? What musical instrument do you think you’d like to play? Was your sweater warm enough? Who’s your best friend in class? Who did you eat your snack with? Who did you eat your lunch with? Who did you play with at recess?


Look mom,  I don’t have time to be mentally waterboarded with your relentless B.S. I have a Turtle Race activity homework worksheet I have to bust through. Seriously it’s not like I ask her everyday how her dead end job is going. (I know the answer, anyway. It SUUUCKS.)

Her main concern, it seems, is that I’ve made friends at my new school. Which of course I have. You spend the day with 25  people exactly your same age and you’re bound to hang with someone. I’m beginning to think  my mom’s the one who doesn’t have any friends.

Take my birthday party schedule for example. Each month I’m invited to roughly 1,200 birthday parties. Every time I show up to one of my pal’s soirees she tags along. What the hell?!  She’s already there– because she drove,  so I use her for a lift home too — but holy sh*t doesn’t she have any friends her own age?! The worst is, at the end of the party, when I catch her rooting though one of my goodie bags for extra candy. Man, that woman can put it away. Hey, mom, I’ve got a question for you, “Should I start saving my pennies for your inevitable lap band surgery?


Author: Lily

4 year old blogger

6 thoughts on “The After School Torture Chamber

  1. Girl, lie to her. She doesn’t want truth, she just wants info. That girl at carpool? Your new best friend! Lunch? Ate it faster than everyone else, but chewed thoroughly, carrots before cookies!

    Hang in, baby, just wait for the puberty round of interrogation.

  2. my little one is in 1st gr this year and i swear that spounds like me.. thank for the insight on how it really makes u feel, starting to think i need to be more chill..

  3. You’re not the only one, Lily. And guess what: the interrogations won’t stop. Until you’re married. Not even then. Maybe the questions will change. Or not. Buuuaaaahahahahaha
    -Another Mom of a Kindergartner

  4. Hey Lily, as a kindergarten teacher I appreciate you giving your Mom a few crumbs to chew on. Most of my students just say they did “nothing” or played all day. You know that is five-year-old speak for everything is fine, but it seems to freak a few parents out. Keep trying hard not to say “nothing”, or your Mom will start showing up in the classroom everyday to bug the teacher, and we know you want your space!

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