It was the end of little Lily’s very first week of school, and she was not impressed. She stomped into the house, plopped her tiny backpack onto the floor, and crossed her arms with a dramatic sigh. Her mother, trying not to laugh at Lily’s serious face, asked, “How was school, sweetheart?”
Lily threw her hands in the air.
“It’s a disaster! I’m just wasting my time!”
Her mother raised an eyebrow. “Oh?
Why do you say that?”
Lily huffed. “Because I still can’t read, I still can’t write, and they won’t let me talk!”
Her mother bit her lip to keep from giggling. “Well, honey, you’ve only been there for a week.
Learning takes time.”
Lily wasn’t convinced. “Pfft! I thought school was about learning stuff!
But so far, all I’ve learned is how to stand in line, how to sit crisscross applesauce, and how to be quiet! I’m very good at talking, you know.”
Her mother nodded. “Yes, I’ve noticed.”
Lily continued, pacing dramatically.
“And another thing! They keep making me share my crayons. MY crayons!
What if I run out of blue? What if I need blue? I love blue!”
Her mother sat down next to her.
“That does sound serious.”
“And don’t even get me started on nap time!” Lily threw herself onto the couch. “I never feel sleepy when they want me to nap. But the second we start math?
Boom! My eyes wanna close all by themselves!”
Her mother finally let out a chuckle. “Sounds like you’ve had a very rough week.”
Lily nodded dramatically.
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