I Want to be a Colorer When I Grow Up
I want to be a colorer when I grow up the child told the class.
The teacher qualified her answer. “You mean an artist?”
No, the child replied. “a colorer.”
“So you want to color and get paid for it,” I said.
The child nodded.
Sounded good to me.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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