Candy

Abigail greeted me in the hallway at school filled with excitement.  She insisted on going through her backpack in the middle of a crowd of parents and children muttering something about a lollipop or candy. I convinced her to move the operation to the car where we wouldn't get crushed by little munchkins.  Once in the car the search continued.  Papers were flying and more muttering.  I finally stopped her.  "Abigail.  What are you looking for?"  "My lollygagging.  I want my candy.  Mrs P. told us to stop lollygagging.  I think she put them in our backpacks."  When I finished laughing at my poor, sweet girl I explained the true meaning of lollygagging.