Where The Wild Artistic License Are
(It’s near the end of the day and the remnants of my class have just come in from the playground. Everyone is hot and tired so we settle the kids in quiet area with me for story reading. A three-year-old brings me a copy of “Where The Wild Things Are”.)
Kid: “Miss [My Name], can you read ‘Max Doesn’t Listen To His Mommy’?”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?