What Do You Want To Be
I am playing in the kinesthetic sandpile
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.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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