with a red crayon. My favorite little kid in my Kindergarten class threw it at top speed at my forehead. I think he will have a career in baseball...only he swears it was supposed to fly into my hand. Oh, okay. So maybe no career then--just a life of juvenile delinquency. It narrowly missed my blue eyes and I narrowly missed his throat as I attempted to strangle him. Jk...don't think I didn't consider it...
We've also had 3 poopie pants accidents in 2 days--2 from the crayola chunker if you can believe that stretch. Someone buy me a drink...or some valium (halfway joking)...
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