Today, for Valentine's Day, we got to write our journal entry to someone else in class." My six year old son is telling me this as we drive home. "Whom did you write yours to?" I ask him, already knowing the answer; he has had an unflagging love for the same girl since he was three years old and she tried to choke him on the preschool playground. Her name is Griffin, and unfortunately, half of his first grade class shares his steadfast love of Griffin. "You know." he says. "Well," I ask, "what did you write?" I watch him in the rear view mirror as he tries to remember exactly, precisely. "...
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