I was asked by a six year old today if I had been young when I was five and I said ‘yes’ and since it was sort of a circular question, I asked if she had been young when she was five and she shook her head, ‘yes’ most definitely. Her six year old neighbor chimed in that he too had been young when he was five, so we were all on the same page.
But, in reality we were all trapped on a series of computer screens trying to ‘log in’ a group of children who knew most assuredly that their names were NOT ‘hand4097’ nor were they another combination of numbers which acted as passwords. It was more like a circular firing squad since the computer kept kicking children out of their ‘log in’ status because if they wiggled too much, the mouse got overly sensitive and could not handle it and the adults who built these computers for children had not figured that out. No horse sense.
The language test was in Spanish and English, so since everyone in the class had a Spanish surname, the adults guessed at language dominance. ‘Pick a language, any language!’
I decided it was better at this point to be five years old, so on the way home I bought a chocolate milkshake and I drank the whole chocolate thing because this is what a five year old would do…and I started thinking about where my crayons might be…
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