Last time I went to take her home, she kept on ignoring me and the teacher who kept telling her:
"Your savta* is here to take you home."
She and her friend were standing up and singing a Chanukah song together. They were holding invitations (upside down, or at least hers was) to the gan's Chanuka Party and pretending to be reading the words.
She was so serious. She just kept on singing and singing at the top of her lungs.
Three year olds are so funny.