We're in the dining commons and the second grader stands in front of me saying I'm the best principal he's ever had. I thought I was the only principal he'd ever had, but no, he tells me had another principal when he was "just a little kid."
"She was SO MEAN!" His eyes are bugging out. "She'd lock me in the dungeon where there were spiders forever!"
"Well, that sounds pretty mean, alright," I commiserate.
"One day I got sent to her office because I was crying. And when I got back, someone had lit my desk on fire!" He watches to see that I'm "getting it." Then he continues, "And there was a note on my desk that said, "Ha! Ha!" That's the day I got kicked out!"
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