What do you mean, Good?

So yesterday, I had the conversation with Anou, regarding how her teacher thought her and another girl in her class were worthy of Kindergarten because she was 'good'.

I wanted to know what Anou understood by the word, good. So I brought up the subject today:

Milan: So yesterday, you were telling me Miss Shanta thought you and Sarvani are in Kindergarten and not other children in your classroom, because she thought you were GOOD.

What does she mean, good?

Anou: By good, she meant Responsible, Kind, and Decent.

Milan: (gets a pleasant shock, and wonders how she knew all those big words?)
Who taught you all these words?

Anou: Because they are all in the word 'Kindergarten'.

Milan: Ohhhhhh.

That explained a lot. I was beginning to think my 5-something daughter is a superhero!

Anou: Good Girl

It was still early afternoon today when I was sitting on a carpet on our terrace with Anou. It was winter, and we decided to warm our body a bit.

An orange was lying nearby her. In fact, an orange is almost always nearby when the fruit is in season. She's an orange fanatic. A voracious orange fanatic.

An occasion arose when she deigned to share a snippet from her school- she's in Kindergarten currently.

Anou: Bwa.
(deftly breaks the orange open).
You remember Sarvani?
(pops a segment into her mouth)

Milan: Yes, she's the one with the pink-frame glasses.
(he always confuses one with the other, with strange names on children these days).

Anou: Yes, that's her.
(takes a pause to blow out a seed, and perhaps to build drama.)
Miss Shanta says that only Sarvani and I are in Kindergarten. Others (meaning others in her class) are not.

Milan: Oh really?
(he guesses that by this she meant that her and the girl are ahead of the rest).

Anou: She means that all other kids are still Pre-K.
Milan: Wow, that's nice. I wonder why she said that?

Anou: She explained that it was because she thought we were good.

Conversations with Anou

Anou (short for Anoushka) is my only daughter, aged between 5 and 6.
It is hard to describe her, and I think 'only' is a fitting adjective in this case.
Nonetheless, a number of times, it is quite refreshing to talk to her.
Today, I was in a mental turmoil, and I was preoccupied and in foul mood for the whole day, and I began to realize towards the evening that she was not taking it so well.
So I talked to her:

Milan: Anou, I am the one doing 'Wain Wain' the whole day today, isn't it? (I say Wain Wain to describe her being cranky).
Anou: (signs bodily that she concurs).
Milan: Do you know why? Because I was not feeling nice today.
Anou: Why?
Milan: Umm... (momentarily overwhelmed when I tried to recall the source of my distress)
Milan: ... I am trying to explain, but I am finding it so hard to explain.
Anou: Why?
Milan: Because-
Anou: No. You said it's hard-Why? Why so hard?
Milan: ...
Anou: Just say 'I don't know'.

I sputtered out a laughter, surprised and tongue-tied with the simplicity of the answer.