This morning, in the quiet hubbub of arrival time, Penny came up to me with her hand out, holding something precious.
“Mr. ______, the back of my earring fell off,” she said.
Uh-oh. Another area of expertise I’m quite lacking in. The last time I tried to fix Nicole's hair, she looked like she took a very long ride in a convertible on a windy day.
“Um, hold on a second,” I replied and walked over to fetch Mrs. D.
Mrs. D. calmly fixed the broken earring for Penny.
When she finished, I remarked, “It’s a good thing you’re hear Mrs. D. – I am no good at earrings.”
“Girls simply cannot be without their earrings, Mr. ______,” she smiled.
With that, Penny skipped off to begin her reading. Another disaster averted.
3 hours ago