The Scarf

I helped out in a 2nd grade room today, giving a dreadful test to a small group of kiddos. A test that was entirely too hard for them. I felt horrible by the end as I scooped up pages and told them, "Job well done." Later a little urchin found me in my office. She had my scarf which must have fallen off me in my frenzy to read bits and pieces of test passages to the kiddos. I thanked her for returning it and she bunched it up next to her face and told me, "I saw it on the floor and I didn't know whose it was. So I picked it up and I smelled it and smelled it and smelled it and I thought it was yours!"

I was tempted to ask her if the scarf smelled okay to her, but then I figured I'd leave well enough alone. I have enough to worry about right now.