Last month I went to pick Jackson up from daycare. As I looked across the room, I could see that his cute little face had been marred by some activity during the day. He ran over to greet me. After I hugged him, I asked "What happened to your face, Jackson?" He got very serious at this point. "Mi-ko scwatched me". "You got scratched?" I asked. "Yeah. Mi-ko. He scwatch my face."
No signs of a scratch on his face. But I lifted him up to a mirror so he could see for himself what I was talking about.
"Oh," he said, "I need a towel."
The dry erase board outside his classroom indicated that they had done some painting in the morning. How did he go the whole day looking like that?
Clarice
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