E's not so secret admirer
Let's call her A. She loves E. She constantly feigns for his attention. As soon as she sees us come into the class room she saunters over and starts talking about, well, it's either her clothes or dragons. One day, she asked, "Do you like my pretty purple raincoat?" Another morning she told us about her fairy princess costume and the dragon that she saw.
Each time she comes up to us, E walks right past her to the classroom as if she were not even there. How painful. She is so cute, sweet and diverse (fairies, angels and dragons) E does not know what he is missing. I enjoy talking with her.
"Why don't you play with A?" I ask him, after school completely disgusted with his lack of manners. "She is so nice."
Finally one day, after I have repeated this line of questioning, he sighs, "Papa, I am not into girls. I am only into boys."
Each time she comes up to us, E walks right past her to the classroom as if she were not even there. How painful. She is so cute, sweet and diverse (fairies, angels and dragons) E does not know what he is missing. I enjoy talking with her.
"Why don't you play with A?" I ask him, after school completely disgusted with his lack of manners. "She is so nice."
Finally one day, after I have repeated this line of questioning, he sighs, "Papa, I am not into girls. I am only into boys."
posted by Mr. Boyer at Thursday, November 18, 2004
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