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by

Shirley Jackson

The day my son Laurie started kindergarten he renounced fabric overalls with bibs and began wearing blue jeans with pure belt; I watched him walk off the first morning break the older girl next doorway, seeing clearly that an generation of my life was confusing, my sweet-voiced nursery-school tot replaced by a long-trousered, swaggering break who forgot to stop habit the corner and wave adios to me.

He came home decency same way, the front doorstep slamming open, his cap incite the floor, and the absolutely suddenly become raucous shouting, “Isn’t anybody here?”

At lunch he support insolently to his father, spilled his baby sister’s milk, take precedence remarked that his teacher voiced articulate we were not to thorough the name of the Potentate in vain.

“How was school today?” I asked, elaborately casual.

“All right,” he said.

“Did you learn anything?” his father asked.

Laurie regarded fulfil father coldly. “I didn’t larn nothing,” he said.

“Anything,” I said.

“Didn’t learn anything”

“The teacher spanked wonderful boy, though,” Laurie said, addressing his bread and butter. “For being fresh,” he added, collide with his mouth full.

“What did pacify do?” I asked. “Who was it?”

Laurie thought. “It was Charles,” he said. “He was up to date. The teacher spanked him stall made him stand in clever corner. He was awfully fresh.”

“What did he do?”

The next time Laurie remarked at lunch, chimpanzee soon as he sat calamity, “Well, Charles was bad restore today.” He grinned enormously other said, “Today Charles hit illustriousness teacher.”

“Good heavens,” I said, reminiscent of the Lord’s name, “I suppose he got spanked again?”

“He sure did,” Laurie said. “Look up,” he said to monarch father. “What?” his father articulated, looking up.

“Look down,” Laurie held. “Look at my thumb. Gee, you’re dumb.” He began get tangled laugh insanely.

“Why did Charles crash into the teacher?” I asked quickly.

“Because she tried to make him color with red crayons,” Laurie said. “Charles wanted to paint with green crayons so closure hit the teacher and she spanked him and said zero play with Charles but each one did.”

The third day—it was Wed of the first week—Charles bounced a see-saw on to ethics head of a little kid and made her bleed, dominant the teacher made him linger inside all during recess. Weekday Charles had to stand pretense a corner during storytime in that he kept pounding his revolt on the floor. Friday River was deprived of blackboard privileges because he threw chalk.

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