Little J sidled up to Simone for the third time that morning and hugged her. So far, he'd hugged her left arm, her waist and her right leg, depending on what he could reach. Each time he hugged Simone, a beatific smile illuminated his features.
He stared up at Simone. "I'm going to invite you to my birthday," he promised.
Simone smiled at him a little distractedly as she was attempting to supervise the hand washing prior to lunch ritual in the classroom.
"I'm going to be five years old," he added meaningfully.
"Uh huh," said Simone, somewhat distracted by the group of 20 kids she was supervising.
Encouraged, little J hugged her once more. "I like you. You're soft," he said.
Hmpf. Soft? Possibly, that's good. Gotta be better than, "I like you. You're hard." ...
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