She says "my sister said I'm not allowed in the fort anymore because they say I broke someone's stick and I DIDN'T even do it!"
The 5th graders have a small stick fort in the woods and on Tuesday this girl had been allowed in due to her sister being in 5th grade.
I try to comfort her "well, okay, I know what you're talking about. That happened a while ago and we can just talk about it with everybody because not everyone has been here on the same day."
I'm really at a loss for what to say. The girl looks like her world has been shattered. Her sister approaches and does her best impression of a condescending adult to try to make her accept what has happened. It doesn't help. I chase the sister away.
I say "everything is fine. You're not in trouble. We'll figure this out."
And then, sliding into the scene like a character from a monty python sketch is another third grade girl who I call Zinky. Zinky has no idea what's going on but is sporting a bright green mustache, eyes half-closed, and says in her best high-society voice "hmmmmmm, mustache business." And strokes the ends of her mustache.
You're a treasure, Zinky.
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