Schooling AC

I'm desperately curious about what goes on at Allison Clare's nursery school, but of course, I have to play it cool or else she becomes super-uninterested in narrating her day. Today I asked her if she had had to put a stick in the yucky cup (the kids each have three popsicle sticks with their name on them, and if they break a rule, they get one warning and then they have to put a stick in the cup. If they lose all their sticks, they don't get a sticker for that day). I had kind of forgotten the sticks even existed, but today I asked her about it.

Me, offhandedly: So, Allison Clare, you didn't have to put a stick in the yucky cup today, did you?

AC: No. [Then, cheerfully:] But I did yesterday!

Me: You did? What happened?

AC, proudly: I was being naughty!

Me: What did you do that was naughty?

AC, lost in happy recollection: I was running . . . and jumping!

Me: What were the other kids doing?

AC: They were being nice.

Me: You were being naughty, and they were being nice? What were they doing while you were running and jumping?

AC: A craft. So then, I putted my stick in the cup and I didn't cry!

Me: Well, I guess that's good [or unregenerate? Who can know?]. Then what happened?

AC: I be'd nice.

If I had ever had to put a stick in the yucky cup as a kid, I can tell you, I'd still be devastated over it.