Every day when I pick up Benjy from school we have the same
conversation. Without fail, it goes like this:
“Hey Benjy! How was your day?”
“Goooood,” he drawls unconvincingly.
“I missed you! What did you learn today?” I ask with
enthusiasm.
“Nutheeng,” he responds, looking down.
“Nothing? That’s too bad. Well, what did you do today?” I
try again.
He sighs and says with a shrug of great disappointment, “We
didn’t paint.”
And I laugh, because his answer is always the same. They never,
ever paint, even when his fingers are stained with the evidence.
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When you take away his paints,
you take away his freedom.
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You crack me up! But yeah, I get those "Nuttin" answers when I pick my daughter up from school too. They never do anything fun but she often wants me to go back and pick her up later...
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