I got beat up at daycare. I was just sitting nicely, waiting for my lunch to be prepared when one of my classmates decided to come over and scratch my face. Ouch! Then, I tackled him to the ground and taught him a lesson. Just kidding…. violence is not the answer. Instead, I cried for a minute, returned to smiles, and then chowed down my lunch. ‘Cause I’m tough like that. And hungry. I’m not going to let a little scratch sour my sweet potatoes!
Hey Peanut, I hope that was a little boy who scratched you. Don”t tell us it was a girl who did it. Anyway, Santa will get you some boxing gloves. PoPs