cutting in line
This mornings conversation with Dear Son involved learning about why we do not cut in line. Seems Dear Son always thought the space other children left in the line was space specifically left for HIM and for him alone! Gwenn went on to explain the purpose of personal space and how superhero’s can work best from the back of the line due to increased vision of those in need.
We’ll see how this goes…
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