Last week, I had a 3yo drop-in who approached a fence, took a long hard look at it, and carefully threw her ball behind the shed, where there's no way to get it back.
"Oh, bummer," I said. "Why did you decide to do that?"
And she said, voice heavy with the sickened realization that she'd gotten exactly what she wanted,
"I don't know."
Today, a 21mo rolled up her pants leg, removed a Band-Aid from her knee, stood up, and carefully smoothed the Band-Aid onto the hair of the child who was looking at books next to her.
"Oh, bummer," I said. "Why did you decide to do that?"
And she said, voice heavy with the sickened realization that she'd gotten exactly what she wanted,
"I don't know."
Today, a 21mo rolled up her pants leg, removed a Band-Aid from her knee, stood up, and carefully smoothed the Band-Aid onto the hair of the child who was looking at books next to her.
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