Your mom tells you that she needs to do some errands and wants to bring you along. She makes sure you looks nice then plops you into your booster seat.
"Mommy, what's that?" You ask, pointing to a kitten-covered bag.
She looks at the bag and says, "Nothing, sweetie. Just a bag to put groceries in."
"So one of those 'save the planet' deals?" You wonder.
She laughs. "I guess you could say that."
Then you pull into the parking lot of a building you've never seen before. Your mom turns of the car and grabs the kitten bag as she gets out. She slams her car door shut then comes to get you out.
"Mommy, what is this place?" You ask.
"The grocery store." She lies.
You nod as she puts you on the ground. She holds your hand as you wobble to the doors. She leads you inside and walks with you down the halls to a big, wooden door.
"Mommy, this isn't the grocery store." You say, tugging on her hand.
"I know honey." She sighs. "It's preschool."