Do You Have Any Questions For Me

I am playing in the kinesthetic sand pile With a child who has never professed to like me I have done my unusual best to like him though I believe he has come around today When we share some stories and a couple of laughs. He is a fourth grader who despises Chick Filet. I despise Chick Filet myself, so we establish commonality. I give him a time limit. If I don’t, they want to stay all day. I am the counselor. My “gig” is playing. I ask him if he has any questions for me. “What do you want to be when you grow up?” He asks. “I want to be a race car driver,” I reply. He nods. “I thought that was it.” Great start to a Friday.