On the playground:
Jay runs up to me holding a clump of grass that he had just ripped out of the schoolyard in his hand.
Jay: “Miss Pell, do you have a bag?”
MP: “For what Jay?”
Jay: “For my grass stupid.”
MP: “Jay we don’t call people stupid and we don’t keep grass. Throw it down.”
Jay, said while exiting in a semi-stomping tantrum, “My brother gets to keep his grass in a bag!”
This was followed up by an awkward call from me to Jay’s parents.
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