Mr. K, age 7, had to color his coloring sheet just like the pictures in the textbook. When I closed it, he frowned at me and opened it again. And he only wanted one crayon at a time, so he would color something, solemnly hand the crayon back to me, say, “Brown please” and then “Thank you,” caaaarefully color in two dots of brown for the pepperoni on the pizza, and then hand it back. “White please.” The paper was already white! It didn’t need to be colored! But Mr. K nonetheless felt it necessary to go over the bits of the picture that were white in the book with the white crayons.
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