The K

I had a lot of interactions with the K's today. Had to sit in the bathroom with a crying K who wouldn't come out because someone broke down his block house. Then I had to take a rambunctious K to my office for awhile so others could learn. We ended up reading Cat in the Hat together and talking about crows. Turns out his dad ran over a crow with his car once.

At the end of the day, Loudboy K would not help clean up. He had stacked all the empty playdoh cups and he was not about to give them to me. I asked politely a few times before prying them out of his hands.

He clenched his little fists and screamed at me, "You are BAD, Dr. H.!"

"No, I'm not. I'm good," I retorted, jamming germy playdoh into canisters.

The kid stomped off for about 30 seconds and then came back to join me.

"I'm helping now," he said, matter of factly.

"Thanks, pal," I said with encouragement, but the job was pretty much done and I wasn't in the least bit impressed.