“Your son got in trouble at preschool today,” she began (notice for some reason Will is always MY son when he’s in trouble). “You’re gonna be so angry when you hear this.” “Oh boy,” I said as I imagined the worst. “How bad is it? What’d he do?” “His teacher said he and his friends were playing superheroes and Transformers, and they were PLAY-FIGHTING!! They kept pretending to fight and hit each other right in the classroom!” The silence that followed on my end of the conversation wasn’t meant for effect, I was simply waiting for MJ to finish the rest of the story. Because I assumed there would have to be more than that to warrant such contempt on her part. “OK. Well, did he actually hit anyone?” “No.” “So he was playing superheroes with friends, no one hit anybody else, and he’s in trouble? Am I missing something?” [...]
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