Bad News Morning
Earlier than I would have liked, Sam made me put in a Thomas the Tank Engine video. As soon as it started he insisted that it was the wrong one. I offered him a few other choices, but they were also unaccaptable to the boy. I told him that he needed to watch the one that I put in for him, and walked away. When I got over to the trainer I saw a strange thing on the floor that looked like the earbud of my iPod, only cut off. That's a funny trick of the light, I thought, so I picked it up. It was! I asked Sam in an unhappy voice if he knew anything about it. He said no, but burst into tears. I showed it to Gabe, home sick, and he said it must have been Mo, the cat. Sure I could replace it with some $5.99 Koss earbuds from the checkout line at the megastore, but they wouldn't be the same rare-earth element cool-Apple-look white thingies (even though the grey had discolored to a pale yellow).
Earlier than I would have liked, Sam made me put in a Thomas the Tank Engine video. As soon as it started he insisted that it was the wrong one. I offered him a few other choices, but they were also unaccaptable to the boy. I told him that he needed to watch the one that I put in for him, and walked away. When I got over to the trainer I saw a strange thing on the floor that looked like the earbud of my iPod, only cut off. That's a funny trick of the light, I thought, so I picked it up. It was! I asked Sam in an unhappy voice if he knew anything about it. He said no, but burst into tears. I showed it to Gabe, home sick, and he said it must have been Mo, the cat. Sure I could replace it with some $5.99 Koss earbuds from the checkout line at the megastore, but they wouldn't be the same rare-earth element cool-Apple-look white thingies (even though the grey had discolored to a pale yellow).
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