Colton came strutting into the room and said, “I am THE coolest, and THE richest guy in the world.” I took a look at him and replied, “Really?” He said “Yes.” And proceeded to explain why, “I am wearing all black. I have Daddy’s cell phone. And I have a million dollars in my wallet.” He was indeed wearing all black and I could see his Lightning McQueen wallet sticking out of his pocket and I assumed in the other pocket of his black shorts was his Dad’s old cell phone. I continued to watch him strut around the room—it was a cross between a strut and a saunter. Then he came up to me, opened his wallet and said, “See.” I counted ten dollars. “Just pretend I have a million dollars,” he said.
A few hours later he found my black head band lying on the floor. He put it on his head, and declared to the world as he went running out the backdoor, “I am the prettiest kid in the world.”
At least I don’t have to work on self-esteem with him.
-Margaret D. Nadauld