The boy and I were on our way down the driveway. The bus had just dropped him off and he was explaining the intricacies of his day- math, recess, snack, lunch. Apparently we send him to school for lots of leisure time.
The driveway still has lots of ice on it. Even after a couple of days with temps in the 40’s. But there are enough bare spots to safely negotiate a path down it without incident.
Unfortunately, the boy didn’t take such a path.
While he was lying there, I asked him if he was OK. He didn’t respond, but I did hear a sob come from him. Then a second one burbled up and he lifted his head at last. He showed me his hand, which had a small scrape on it.
When he had picked himself up, he began to bellow:
“I … HATE … WINTER!!! IT’S THE WORST SEASON OF THE YEAR! I CAN’T WAIT FOR IT TO BE DONE! IT’S SO STUPID!”
I think that gets the point across. He continued like that all the way to the house.
Six year olds are such drama queens.
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At least he got it out of his system !!!