I am taking the Fifth!!

Funny things one learns from kids... how to deal with difficult situations for instance... when to talk and when to flat-out refuse to incriminate oneself!!! So D-Poo is generally a mild-mannered child ouside of her home and isn't wont to seriously misbehave... usually all I hear are the "oh, she was running around screaming with some friends" sort of remarks from teachers at her school. So imagine my surprise when her teacher sidled up to me one evening when I was picking her up and said, "D-Poo had an incident today." Caught off guard I nodded rather hesitantly and she recounted the afternoon's events. Apparently the non-eating progeny of mine had decided to take an aversion to broccoli cheddar soup that was on the school menu for lunch. Instead she decided to make up a healthy meal of croutons for lunch and was proceeding to decimate everyone's share of the goodies, when her no-nonsense teacher suggested that maybe she would get no more croutons till she at least tried a taste of the soup first and pushed a small bowl in front of her. At which the daughter decided to give her the sullen-look treatment and proceeded to pick up her bowl and emptied the contents into a bin and walked away, claiming she'd had enough lunch. You see how bad this is, a 3-year old decides hunger is preferable to listening to a teacher.
So anyways, I nodded my agreement at the teacher's handling of the situation and decided it was time to rope in the father and have a good talk with the offspirng. So after much telling her how certain CD privileges would be revoked if such attitudes continued, we drove home. I was mentioning the incident to my better half and he turned to D-Poo and said, "So, amma says you have something to tell me. Do you want to talk about what hapened today in school?" To which the daughter replies, "oh I played with so-and so and did such and such." Of course, then the hubby gently directs her with,"well do you want to tell me what happened at lunch time today? Did you eat your lunch?"
And that was when it happened... a veil of secrecy dropped over her eyes, she turned her head away from him,lifted a stubborn chin and said, "I don't really want to talk about it." When pressed for an answer, she went on thus, "It disturbs me. I don't want to discuss it."
Well, did she cave you ask? It's been two weeks, my friend, and while we have talked about it to her and between ourselves, it is a secret that will stay with her. We will never know her version of what happened to the broccoli cheddar soup that day. OJ Simpson, you have met your match!!!