Kindergarten and Max have not played well together so far. Both have minds of their own and neither are willing to budge. For some reason Max cannot understand, things must be done on Mrs. Carter’s terms, not hers. Yet, Max cannot help but put her foot down about some things.
In the middle of class one morning, Max walked up to Mrs. Carter, pointed at the back door that leads outside and informed her, “I am going out that door.”
To which Mrs Carter informed Max, “No, you are not going out that door. It’s not safe.”
The battle of wits had begun. “Yes, I am going out that door because you want me to go out that door,” Max contested pointing squarely in the direction she fully intended to go.
Mrs. Carter parried, “I do not want you to go out that door. Why on earth would I want you to do that?”
Max went for the win. “You want me to because I have to poot and you do not want to smell it!”
Mrs. Carter was briefly knocked for a loop and struggled for composure, but quickly recovered long enough to point in the direction of the class restroom and ended the verbal joust with: “If that’s the case, you may go through that door!”