Picture, if you will, our little hippy-dippy preschool where everything is a cooperative effort and the children are free to choose any activity they desire (as long as no one or no thing is hurt by it, naturally). Enter Nana. She told one kid he was "full of crap" (he was), and also told a new mom to "get a blanket on that baby!". The kids loved her anyway, of course. Except for the kid who was full of crap.