Heather C. King - Room to Breathe
It was a tiny bit of a library misunderstanding.
My son played quietly with the toy trains and the dinosaurs (who knew dinosaurs and toy trains went so well together?) so I sat quietly and read.
That’s when I heard two little girls nearby trip along into a conversation pit without realizing it.
They were only about three or four years old, sweet as can be, with ponytails and pink shoes.
Here’s the transcript of what they actually said:
Girl 1: Can I play with you?
Girl 2: (As she searches the Lego bin for the right block): No, I’m playing Legos right now. We can play later.
Girl 1 then pauses just as she was about to pull a chair up to the Lego table. Her face reads surprise, then sadness and a little hurt. She turns away and plays with the farm animals instead.
There were no tears…
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