I’m sure it won’t be the first time, but this morning Jane felt the sting of choosing her career as a paleontologist over a marriage proposal. Here’s how things went down at dropoff.

August: You can’t have any blocks. I’m not going to share. They’re all mine.

Jane: But I’m building something and the blocks are for everyone.

August: What are you building? It looks like NOTHING. I’m building a gun. [proceeds to “shoot” Jane a bunch of times]

Me: Jane, what are you building?

Jane: Something to KILL August.

August: You can’t shoot with that. It looks like NOTHING.

Jane: It’s a skyscraper.

August: It doesn’t look like a skyscraper.

Jane: Mama, will you go get Teacher Cynthia? [and so I went and got Teacher Cynthia to referee and I slipped out! In all fairness this little tale makes August look like a jerk but rest assured Jane has been just as unwilling to share with him in times past…]