I Like It When They Come Nicely
He is hitting and kicking in line the teacher whispers.
He glares at both of us, probably figuring she is snitching on him.
I just finished with preschool where no one was hitting and kicking.
I resist telling him this. Instead taking him to the office.
He goes with me nicely, so I complement him on his choice.
He seems surprised, which eggs me on further.
I give him a wink.
He stares at me, no doubt wondering what is going to happen next.
I like to keep them on their toes.
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