While the munchkins were singing ‘ding dong the witch is dead,’ Nolie, who is two and a half, was standing next to me with both hands shoved into the pockets of his khaki shorts.
Mid-song he turned to me. “You not mean.”
“I’m not mean?” I asked him.
“No, you not mean.” He shook his head back and forth. “You nice.”

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