Yesterday, Alex, my 9-year-old, 55-pound-soaking-wet, smallest-kid-in-the-class, child who
genuinely feels bad for inanimate objects (such as tables) if they get abused,
got detention for bopping a girl's hand with a recorder during music class. He
apparently got her on the cuticle because it bled a little bit. Alex LOVES music class. He
was the only
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