“An urban community” is a far cry from eating paste

My daughter, Clara, celebrated her seventh birthday on Saturday.

At the party, I asked her where one of her friends was.

She said, “Oh, she lives in an urban community — you know, a place like Hartford — so it may take her a little while to get here.”

An urban community?

First grade has changed quite a bit since I spent my time eating paste.

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