Coloring Sheet Is the Key
“Tee is tard to under-tand,” she tells me.
She is a bit difficult to understand herself.
I suspect she might need speech services.
“T’s married to my gandma; t’s my gandpa-in-law.”
It is really difficult for me to keep my face straight now.
But I do. I have had decades of experience doing it.
Her front teeth are missing, perfectly okay for age six.
I smile at her. She gives me that big double gap grin.
I wonder what other family business she will be telling me.
Okay, here it comes.
A story about Uncle Willy the fee-loader.
This is getting good.
I hand her a new coloring sheet.
This is the key to unlocking the rest of the story.
“Tee takes and takes and takes,” she says.
I smile.
She has stopped crying now.
That was the goal of sending her to me.
I am the elementary school counselor.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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