My very good friend (here in OREGON) works in a kindergarten classroom across town in the catholic school called “Our Lady of All That is Holy”.
We often swap stories, and I’m convinced that her little George is Frank’s doppelganger. (If they come within fifty feet of each other I’m pretty sure the world would explode.)
I offer George’s latest volley.
Sister Eileen: “Boys and girls, you are all perfect. God created you without any mistakes; everything is as it should be.”
George, “The butt is a mistake. It's not perfect at all. I can't wipe all the poop out where it is. It's on backwards!”
Alice, “George! I know how to help! Just use baby wipes!”
It’s comforting to know that even Sister Eileen had to step into the hall to compose herself.
And Frank? I believe the ball is in your court.
