billy was gathering his things to leave class today and his dad told him they needed to go pick someone up at the airport. billy looks up at me and says,
"it's beautiful. the airport is."
and as i'm asking to make sure he said the airport was beautiful he looks at the clock behind me and says,
"oh no! we gotta go, we're gonna be late!"
(i assure you he cannot tell time yet. he is a VERY young three.)
"okay," i say as he rushes away. "bye!"
"see you in a couple days!" he says over his shoulder. "alright?"
yeah, it's alright with me.
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