The Morning Paints the Bedroom in a Shade of Grey
On Monday, the five year old says:
“Guess what I am thinking about.”
I guess cars.
“Wrong.”
I guess football.
“Wrong.”
I guess trees.
“Wrong.”
On Tuesday, the five year old says:
“Guess what I am thinking about.”
I ask if it’s the same thing she was thinking about yesterday. She says yes.
I guess Shops.
“Wrong.”
I guess gymnastics.
“Wrong.”
I guess Cheestrings.
“Wrong.”
On Wednesday, the five year old says:
“Guess what I am thinking about.”
I ask if it’s the same thing she was thinking about on Monday and Tuesday. She says yes.
I guess lions.
“Wrong.”
I guess sweets.
“Wrong.”
I guess school.
“Wrong.”
On Thursday, the five year old says:
“Guess what I am thinking about.”
I ask if it’s the same thing she was thinking about on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. She says yes.
I guess TV.
“Wrong.”
I guess dressing up.
“Wrong.”
I guess karate.
“Wrong.”
On Friday, the five year old says:
“Guess what I am thinking about.”
I ask if it’s the same thing she was thinking about on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. She says yes.
I guess tadpoles.
“Wrong.”
I guess flowers.
“Wrong.”
I guess drawing.
“Wrong.”
“Just tell me!”
“Sure?”
“Yes.”
“Hammers.”
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