"We have to run around the WHOLE playground!" she told me.
In the morning, she got ready for school and we talked about it some more. All she wanted for breakfast was an apple so on the way to school I made sure to remind her, "Make sure to eat school breakfast so you can have energy for the race! Good luck!" And then, just to tease her I asked, "Are you going to get 10th place? Because of your shirt?" She smiled and got out of the car.
I was very curious about this race, so when I picked her up after school I asked her how it went and how she did. I was worried she might be disappointed.
"I won!" she cried. "I won 1st place!"
"What??" I asked. I was completely shocked. Caiden has not really exhibited much of an athletic personality so far. And she hates things that have a winner and a loser. She usually refuses to participate in things like that... "Who did you race against?" I demanded.
We went back and forth for a few seconds until she explained, "I won the race. And I am also the one who made up the race. I raced everyone who was running around on the playground."
"Did they know they were racing you?"
So, it turns out that this whole time for the past day and half, our whole family has been involved in supporting Caiden for a school race that never even existed! HAHAHA! This is exactly Caiden. Caiden, who, I just found out at my recent "parent-teacher conference", has been secretly going by the nickname "Katie" at school. "I asked her if it was okay and she said, 'yes'," her teacher responded when I corrected her by saying,
"You know her name is Caiden, right?"
After my conference, I asked Caiden if it was true that she was okay being called Katie and she said yes.
"Why?" I asked.
"I just prefer it." she answered nonchalantly.
"You PREFER it???" I spit out.
"...at school." she replied simply.
These are the times I feel like Caiden has a secret life that I know nothing about. Every once in a while she will throw me a bone and let me in on her hidden world, but randomly and when I least expect it. I always have to be on the lookout for when she's dropping breadcrumbs or I'll miss out on the path that leads to knowledge. Knowledge of the inner workings of Caiden's brain.