One of our little girls was giving me the evil eye one morning as I walked by. Since this child is not in my classes, I wondered what I had done, so I stopped to talk to her.
She was mad at our superintendent, she told me, because we were on an hour delay that morning and her class didn't get to have P.E. Which is the reason she was upset. Well, part of the reason.
Going on, she said was even madder because our superintendent, who lives close to her, stole her ice cream. Naturally, I was curious.
"He went to your house and stole your ice cream?" I asked. I had to hear this story.
"No silly." she began, "I picked out the ice cream I wanted at the store, and before we got it, he took it and left."
That's priceless.
Oh, and the kind she had picked out, that the superintendent got the last of, it was simple Neapolitan.
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