Monday, November 4, 2013

A Job, Well, Done

I asked C to clear the table for dinner, a chore she usually does with J. Once she reported that the job was done, I leaned out of the kitchen door and saw that the table top was, indeed, cleared, so I gave her a reward for a job done quickly and well.
A few minutes later I came out to set the table. Can you guess what I found?

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Under the table. Exactly where it had been on the table.

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