What a kid wants

I rode the bus into town this morning, and sat behind a 9 or 10-year-old boy who had spread out his school stuff across two seats. His binder was covered with the inevitable scrawls, stick figures, and cartoons of every 9 or 10-year-old boy ever. And sitting on top, was an essay.

I really couldn’t help but see the first line:

Why I did what I did: I don’t know, I guess I just wanted some clay.

Oh man. I had to know more. Line two:

Why it was so wrong: You surely said do not take the clay from the art room, and I did.

At this point the kid caught me peeking, stared me down (rightfully) and hid his paper, so I’ll never know what happened next.

But I kind of love this. I mean, why? Why did you take the clay from the art room? Well, because I wanted some clay. When you get right down to it, isn’t this really the explanation for pretty much every infraction in society? “What I wanted and what I was told to do conflicted, so I decided to do what I wanted.”


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