Ty was being a naughty little boy when he touched Kalia's book report poster on Andrew Jackson. Kalia rushed to tell Ty to quit touching her poster, and while she was disciplining him, she squeezed his finger. Ty started his spoiled little cry (as if to say, "Help me, I'm in trouble!"), and ran to me for refuge. He showed me his hurt finger and said, "Kiss it mama, kiss it." It melted my heart.
No comments:
Post a Comment