Walking up the stairs from lunch one spring day, Jenny notices that one of our first graders is missing. She asks the boys at the end of the line, "Where is Azariah?"
Dylan: "He's tied."
Jenny: "Tied?"
Nathan: "Tied up."
Jenny and I exchange glances.
Dylan: "It's okay. He likes it."
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment