The Shirt

Every morning at 8:45 am, I stand outside and open car doors for kids arriving by car.

Mr. 3rd Grader hopped out of his car and then stood talking for awhile, "It might be near 80 degrees today and that's why I'm wearing shorts."

"And you're also wearing this nice shirt," I answered referring to his short sleeved plaid number.

"This shirt is very light.  Feel it."

While pinching the fabric on his sleeve I concurred, "It is light.  I love cotton."

"I could wear this shirt to a dance and dance all night."

"Yeah, I guess you could.  That would be fun."

"I could dance all night," Mr. 3rd Grader announced again. Then he walked on up the ramp to school.

Then another kid, Little Kinder Girl, hopped out of her car.  She came at me with 

her mouth open wide.  I looked in there, thinking maybe she lost a tooth or something.  "Is my mouth

bleeding," she asked me.

"No, I saw no blood in there."

"Well it was bleeding a few days ago."

"Looks pretty good today."

Little Kinder Girl seemed satisfied.  She turned and walked up the ramp to school.