Today I came home from school with two owies. First of all, I was bitten on the right cheek by one of my "friends." So I was like - fine . . . I got bitten again, what else is new, might as well not let it ruin my day. So I went on about my business playing. Not 2 hours later did I fall while I was playing in the gym and hit my other cheek on a toy and got a big scratch - ouch!! But I am pretty tough and I didn't even really cry. Why my parents pay good money to send me to this place I cannot understand. I think the daily fee should include a bodyguard!
You may wonder how I could be smiling after suffering two traumatic injuries. Well - I have learned to say "cheese" really well and somehow when I say cheese I must get happy because I automatically smile. Afterall, I do like cheese!
Biting on the cheek? Maybe it's time to not play with that kid anymore. No one likes a biter.
ReplyDeleteI think it's time to open up a can on somebody at that place, a small can should do. Sorry you got hurt Bud. Love Grampa I
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't call this biter a friend. Friends don't bite each other. Stay away from him Thomas. Take the higher road and make new friends. Good luck healing!
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