Archie was sitting at my reading center writing words on the white board from the “at” family. He was working intently, and then stopped to look at me.
“Mrs. Smythe, I know I told you the udder day that I was Asian American, but I was just kidding. I’m not really Asian American, I’m really Vegan.”
“Oh!” I said, looking at his with wide eyes, anticipating his next move.
“Do you know what Vegan is? Well, that’s okay, I’ll tell you. Vegan MEANS that you don’t eat meat. So, I don’t eat meat. Well….. ‘cept hot dogs. I LOVE hot dogs.”