Loud and Proud T
T almost always comes in loud and proud
One of five loud and proud boys at his house
I ask him to quiet down twice.
Then I move to his lunch table.
One of his seat mates protests….
by pointing out another boy at the next table who is loud.
I say “Louder than this child?” The mate glares and nods.
I ask T, “Do you think he is louder than you?”
T spits out his milk. He cannot quit smiling.
I get up to leave when it gets quiet.
Mr. Loud and Proud protests, begging me to stay.
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