Kindergartener raises his hand. I ask, “Yes, Miles?” “I broke my leg,” he informs me. “Oh really?” I ask. “When was this?” Perhaps he broke it in preschool. Or over the summer. “On the way to the library,” he replies. “Hmm,” I say, observing his calm demeanor and the fact he just climbed three steps. “You’ll be fine.”
Later, I’m walking by another room when I hear a lot of noise, and catch a snatch of the teacher’s voice intoning, “Bones break very easily.” What’s going on in there? I sense a theme today.