overheard in therapy, vol. I, no. 2
Thursday 7 September 2006 | I like a cookie
When B. was three years old, her family took her to church for a music recital featuring a solo violinist. When the music was over, little B. stood up on the pew and announced to the congregation, longingly:
“I wish I had a stick like that.”
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