It's evening. We're sitting in Simon's room. Simon (for some reason) is cutting apart the plastic ruler with photos of all the US Presidents on it he has received from Ruth for his birthday.
He has gotten as far as cutting off the edge that has the markings for inches. He is holding the remains of the ruler (with the oval-shaped President head images) in one hand and the scissors in the other hand.
He is poised to cut.
He looks up at me: "we're trying to get rid of George W. Bush, right?"
I nod in agreement.
"ok, then!" he says, and chops W. right out of the ruler. "done!"
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Have I mentioned lately how cool I think your child is?! Nice work!
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