“I like Barney!” She exclaimed breathlessly. Her peers turned to look at her, but mostly kept busy reading their own books.
“Yeah?” I replied. “You like Barney. He is pretty cool.”
Another little boy whipped his head around to look at her book. Then he looked at me.
“Yeah, he’s cool. He’s all purple and stuff.”
You can’t script kids. I wish statements of fact were always qualifiers for being cool. “Yeah, nighttime is cool. It’s all dark and stuff.” “Yeah, the beach is cool. It’s all sandy and stuff.” Life would be much simpler without the constant competition. You could just be. And you would be cool.