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Babysitting Third Graders

The child is eight, and full of vigor He was drumming on his desk I knew in a few seconds I would have six drummers Trying to outdrum each other, so I called him to me He came right over What’s up? Where did you learn to drum? My dad was a drummer In a band? head nod. That is interesting! He nods, excited, thrilled. He sings too. Does your mom sing? He told me all about their wedding. His sister got to go, she was about three. He felt it was unfair he was not born yet. Another child is stomping around the room. I let this child return to his seat. I call the stomper over. Where did you learn to stomp like this? The stomping stops. He is thrilled that I have asked.

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