My son, the harbinger

3B woke up this morning chanting, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Either he’s learned a new phrase, or we’re in for a long day.

Correction: he’s going to Mrs. K’s today, so she may be in for a long day.

Mrs. K, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

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