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