Daycare
Sunlight shines through on toys that wait along the walls, lined up in temporarily neat rows. As a cheery clock strikes six, a tired-looking man walks in. Within ten minutes, the first child arrives. The five-year-old girl quickly flies to the dress-up clothes, having decided recently that fashion is her calling in life. “Good morning, Mr. Lund!”
This begins the pattern of children running in, hurried parents running out. The day progresses well with minimal damage for all involved. When they begin their coloring time, however, things go badly. Blue crayons suddenly become a hot commodity, and blows are exchanged over the limited number.
Rational sharing fails, and he decides that the only way to solve the problem is to take all the blue crayons away.
There is much sorrow over this unfortunate decision, and many of the children continue to fight afterward. He slowly develops a headache. Exhausted, he cleans up the disaster zone as the last little boy is picked up. Before he leaves, he darts over and gives a quick hug to the director.
“Bye-bye, Mis-ter Wund,” the toddler says as he’s herded out. The director smiles as he closes up for the day. Really and truly, he decides, at the end of the day, every bit of trouble is small compared to the rewards.
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