Saturday, December 7, 2013

You Become Drunk Again

December 7. 2013

On Wednesday I was a substitute teacher in a kindergarten class. After taking our too brief time outside for recess, running around in the fresh air and drawing with chalk, a boy named Vincent came up to me, put his arms around my waist and said,

Ms. Jackson, I love you. 

Later I was telling Claire about Vincent's hug.

She thought for a moment, then said:

"It's like when you're little like that, you're drunk. As you get older, you get sober, serious. Then, kinda like Pop Pop, when you're old, you become drunk again."

1 comment:

  1. Wow Bets, that is an old spirit there... how insightful an observation that was... enjoy your day!