Naughty children at my granddaughter’s nursery school are punished by “sitting under the cloud.”
Today, I found her drawing on my office wall — not a major infringement, to be honest; I once plotted a whole novel on my office walls before I got my giant whiteboard, however, it is a forbidden activity.
I told her, “I’m going to find a cloud for you if you do that again.”
Later, following a microsecond’s inattention on my part, I discovered her back in the office. She’d drawn a cloud on the forbidden wall and was sitting under it, painting her nails with a lipstick.
I silently applauded the creative thinking but withdrew from the field. I know when I'm beaten.
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Originally published in The Daily Cuppa
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