10 Reasons Why I Think My PreSchooler Is In the CIA

By Estelle Sobel Erasmus

Surveillance footage of “pre-school” aka CIA training session. My daughter appears to be handing over a memory stick containing confidential documents. Note her intense expression. I have no explanation nor has she offered me one as to the origin of the yellow shades on her head.

Dear parents of preschoolers,

I’ve been dealing with this myself for a while, but I think it’s time to share my concern with the rest of you for your own good so here it is:

I believe my daughter’s pre-school is some sort of top-secret early CIA program that parents are kept in the dark about.

And I don’t believe that I’m the only parent in this situation; I am just the tip of the iceberg.

I also believe that the kids have sworn an oath to secrecy as good citizens protecting our country and they take this responsibility very, very seriously.

Think about it parents: if you have enrolled your children in pre-school full-time,  they are in there for at least 5-6 hours a day! But what do you really know about what they are doing, except for seeing their pre-selected weekly pics (see captured surveillance footage above),  a few art projects, and hearing about the occasional party to throw us off track?

They are very clever, but I have figured it out. So, to prove I’m  neither crazy nor delusional–and neither are you fellow silent sufferers, here are my top reasons why I think my pre-schooler is in some sort of top-secret government CIA program.

1) They Do “Stuff”

I recently asked my three-and a half-year old daughter about her day at school and here is a synopsis of our conversation:

Me: So what do you do at pre-school today?

Her: We did lots of stuff and then we did more stuff.

Me: Um, OK.

Stuff, stuff and more stuff. It’s just what they do. My daughter, whose vocabulary normally includes words like “actually”, “think”, “happy”, and “love”, is clearly a purist with a  preference for using the word “stuff” when it comes to describing her day, coupled with a matter-of-fact expression that further serves to thwart me (her intention I believe).

I even bowed to the assumed wisdom of one (possibly brainwashed) parent with older children, who admonished me that I was not asking specific questions, such as “did you paint today”?

Dutifully I asked my daughter that, and got a slightly pitying look from her, and a resounding…wait for it… head shake  no.

2) She’s Sworn to a Code of Silence

It’s as if their school’s theme song is the Go-Go’s “Our Lips Are Sealed” (and friends of mine born in the 1980s-look it up)!

Whatever I say or do, I’m unable to get any specifics from her about her school experiences. For example, ask me about my day (PLEASE I BEG OF YOU,SOMEONE, ANYONE ASK ME-nah forget it, that’s not happening) and I won’t shut up–you’ll get tons of details. Just ask my husband. Her, not so much, not right away anyway.

However, an hour after school time is over, it’s Crystal time and I can barely get a word in edgewise. This becomes particularly important when I need to speak to a doctor, take detailed information down over the phone, or make an appointment that requires the person on the other end to actually hear me.

It’s a conspiracy I tell you, and a mini form of mom torture.

3) Photos are Verboten 

I receive photos from the school of her each week, but for some reason known only to them all the photos show her with her eyes cast down or averted from the camera, as if she is hiding something.
Very suspect. Because. She. Never. Looks. Directly. Into. The. Camera.
Case in point:
Here she is last year as a baby recruit working with what I believe are some coding documents.


4) Circle Time is Code for “Bad Behavior Explored”

I have a theory that circle time is when the kids get instructions to test the moral fibers of their parents, determine our reactions and assess our empathy levels. They do this by exploring scenarios of unacceptable behavior and gauging our responses.

For example, I asked my daughter about circle time yesterday. She paused in her relentless goal of watching as many episodes of Dora the Explorer on Demand as she can before going to bed, furrowed her little face and then proceeded to deflect like the true professional she is.

“Somebody ripped the book, the book was ruined,” she told me solemnly reporting this reading-related incident. Another friend told me that her daughter reported a stolen Elmo juice box intrigue.

Undaunted,  I tried again yesterday.

Me: What did you do in circle time today?

Her: “Bob (name changed to protect the maybe not so innocent) cried.”

Me: During circle time?  Thinking to myself: I know this boy and he seems a hardy type.

Her: Yes,”.

Me: “Why did he cry?”

Her: “I think he missed his  mommy.”

Repeated plaintively, head cocked staring me down. “He missed his mommy!”

Very interesting. She threw in deflection, and added in a heap of mommy guilt for good measure just to throw me further off the track.

Well played daughter. Well played.

5) Are Legos Legit?

Indulge me and ponder the concept of LEGOS for a moment. They are in every pre-school. For what purpose? Why/what do children need to build so bad, and who needs them to build it? Is there a secret LEGO-building factory that they are a part of?

Ask yourself that question….I do.

6)  I Believe She Has a Double

According to her teachers my daughter is a true Gem:  polite, helpful, very sociable, with lots of empathy for other kids.

Obviously, she has a double acting on her behalf during the day. How else to explain the tantrum I’ve deemed the “I Want More Goldfish Crackers Caper” when she went batshit crazy for ONE HOUR AND A HALF over her overwhelming need for This. One. Specific. Food.

A demand that she repeated over and over in an endless litany that felt as long as my pregnancy was.

She had clearly honed this skill somewhere and was now testing it on me. It was the kid equivalent of chinese water torture…or water boarding. Behavior that was It designed to make me, um, crackers.

  1. Unexplainable Stains On Her Clothes 

One day its an orange stain that confounds me.

“Did you paint with orange today,” I ask her.

“No,” she replies, “I used green.”‘

“Green! I don’t see anything green. Did one of the kids use orange paint,” I ask tentatively.

“No. Mommy. No. Orange. Paint,”she yells back.

“Did you get an orange as a snack?”


And so it goes. Confounding me and making me question my very sanity.

  1. Snack Time Syndrome

There is one bright spot for me in all this. My daughter is great at talking about what she ate at snack time. That’s why I’ve figured out the code for it. The code for snack time is “you’ve got to give the grownups something or they’ll break.”

One friend says, “If I ask over and over I can often get a result about snack of the day. But that’s it.”

Hard to believe but although she is out of the house for hours, the only “nugget” of info (or intel) she can provide is about snack time. Usually its to tell me that she didn’t like what I provided.

“No more yogurt mommy.”

“But you used to like yogurt honey.”

“Mommy. mommy. You need to be a good listener. No. More. Yogurt.”

At least she’s sharing info about something, I tell myself.

But what I “get” often adds to the mystery.

  1. All Thoughts Dora Aside, They Still Can’t Relinquish Their Backpacks

The backpacks must have top-secret information. My daughter won’t let it leave her body not even when she gets in the car. When we get home, she empties it out first (probably checking that no confidential documents have been stashed where I can get access to them), after which she keeps it arms length away from her for the rest of the day.

  1.  They Carry Nuts or Peanut Items as a Weapon

My daughter goes to a nut-free school. Why then every morning do I have to wrest some peanut-containing granola bar or breakfast bar, or cereal container out of her hands. A fight that does not go easily, until I manage to grab the dangerous item. Why then, oh why, do I see her in the back of the car, with a tiny piece of the food “weapon” still in her hand, or sometimes even secreted away in her mouth. Why is she so determined to hang on to the toxic-to-other-kids morsel.

For what nefarious reasons does she need to protect herself?

And let me leave you with one last thought. Nap Time?

Does your child EVER nap at home? No, I didn’t think so. I know mine stopped hers more than eight months ago. So why only in school? And what  makes them so agreeable to do it?

You mean to tell me that the child who fights her bedtime routine tooth and nail, simply says ok, and goes right to sleep when told by the teacher? What mind control sessions are occurring during this so-called nap time?

That’s the next conspiracy I plan to uncover. Who’s with me?

Do you have intel that your child is enrolled in a secret government program, too? Write and tell me about it.

For a totally different take on how I view my daughter please read And She Danced


24 thoughts on “10 Reasons Why I Think My PreSchooler Is In the CIA”

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    1. Thanks for your kind comment. I was thrilled to be an award winner at Blogsma from Fadra’s blog.

  2. This is too funny! I always wished they would put in one way mirrors in schools and church sunday school classes so I can see what’s happening!

    1. Hi Heidi,
      Thanks for your comment. Yes, one way mirrors would be a great exercise in uncovering the unvarnished truth about their days!

  3. They’re training to be tiny assassins, I tell you. The twins both want backpacks, and I thought about getting them for Christmas. But, after reading this, I think I may hold off for a while. Great blog!

    1. Thanks so much Paige! Today I dropped her off at school and because we were late walked in with her. She barely looked at me as with great purpose she walked away from me toward her classroom:) She must have been late for an important meeting (I mean circle time):)

  4. AHAHAHA! I have to say, I concur with your observations – and it apparently only gets worse as they advance into the upper levels.  Princess Nagger, now in grade 4, seems to be a higher ranked spy (and apparently is in charge of kindergartners as a ‘bus safety’ – I’m betting she’s their CIA handler).  🙂

    1. Thanks Stacy. As they advance I suppose they stop naps because they are already indoctrinated into the mind control:)

    2. Stacy,
      Thanks. I suppose as they get older they give up naps because they are already indoctrinated into the mind control:)

    3. I love the name Princess Nagger, Stacy! Glad you found some universal truths in my tale of deceit and deception from a pre-schooler:)

  5. This is so funny! Having taught preschool briefly, and being a mom to 2, I have been on both ends. I can promise you there is no CIA indoctrination, but it is shocking how differently they act at school sometimes! I would hear that my wild, out of control son was “quiet and shy” at school and wonder if I we were talking about the same kid I dropped off each morning?
    And the answer to “What did you do at school today?” (no matter how specific you get when asking) only gets more vague as they get older and less interested in talking when they get home. “Nothing” is the mantra for all kids between the ages of 11-17…

    1. Yes, they become dedicated to keeping us in the dark Paula. I think they relish this tiny bit of control in their lives!

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