Lest anyone think my whole life is made up of Lifetime Television moments like that last one, I wanted to share this story as told by my very next student, a 4-year-old boy with a lot of energy.
"What's that on your hand, Tristan?"
"A plinto."
"Ouch! Where'd you get a splinter?"
"From the mulch."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"I saw a pido in the mulch."
"A spider? How big was it?"
"It was little."
"Oh, I'm glad it wasn't too scary."
"I killed it."
Here his mom and I burst into laughter, as much at his deadpan visage as at the callous words that had just escaped it.
"What's that on your hand, Tristan?"
"A plinto."
"Ouch! Where'd you get a splinter?"
"From the mulch."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"I saw a pido in the mulch."
"A spider? How big was it?"
"It was little."
"Oh, I'm glad it wasn't too scary."
"I killed it."
Here his mom and I burst into laughter, as much at his deadpan visage as at the callous words that had just escaped it.
