In our Preschool classroom, we had a toy dolphin. It was one of those plastic, detailed, 'action' figures of sorts, and I loved it. No idea why, I just did. One day I decided I could no longer leave it behind at the Preschool. I needed it. It needed to be mine!
I was a 4 year old on a mission.
Upon the day, when it was time to go home, I smuggled the dolphin from the wooden crate it sat in, to my 'bag'. Each student had their own massive, CLEAR, plastic bag, that we brought our toys and homework home in. On that bag, sat a huge 'nameplate'.
I remember stuffing the dolphin into the corner of the bag, and waltzing away, feeling like a champion.
Little did my 4-year old brain realize-- clear bags are see-through, and definitely not good for stealing.
I was confronted by the teacher, as she questioned me with a glance to the dolphin.
"Is that yours?"
"Umm... Yea... Umm..."
And too make an already overly-long, overly-dramatic story short-- I was compromised.
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Don't ask how I remember all of this, I just do
