Today Sweet M and I were lying around on the bed in the morning, and I said, "Boy, I'm not so sure what to do . . . I think that the folks at your school are sort of mad at us."
"They're mad at you," she said, "because you borne the worst kid in the whole world."
"No that's not true," I said, "they're mad at me because I know you're the best kid in the whole world."
"I am not."
"You are too."
"In fact," I said, "we're going to have to tattoo you on your back with the letters BKiW — Best Kid in World." I traced the letters on her back.
"Oooowww, that tickles," she shrieked.
"Hey, can you tattoo that on my butt?" she asked.
I started laughing.
"Sure," I said, "it'll read BKiW right under your undies."
"Can this be our secret?" she asked.
"I'll keep it secret from your school," I said.
Of course she is neither the best nor the worst, but her school has her thinking she's the worst; for the moment all I can do is counter with the idea that she's the best kid – if not in the world — that she can be.