Tales From The K

You can’t make up stories that come home from kindergarten.

Alex said to me today while we were eating lunch, “You know what’s really dumb?”

“What?”

“At school this guy was drawing a picture of his dog, but he doesn’t really have a dog. He just thinks he might get one.” (Yes, this “guy.” Not this “kid,” this “guy.” They’re five.)

“Well, that’s okay, maybe he’s thinking about the kind of dog he’d like.”

“Know what else?”

“What?”

“His cat got flushed down the toilet, and it clogged.”

“Oh, that doesn’t sound good.”

“Yeah, and they had to get a new cat. And today Mrs. Frank called me ‘cutie!'”

© Jennifer Alys Windholz, 2012

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