McDonald’s, Roses, and the Seven-Year-Old Strategist
Fruitloop’s Reflections, by Janita Le Grange He came through the front door, bursting with the kind of urgent, life-altering news that only a primary schooler can deliver. “I have a girlfriend.” I paused, looking at him. “That’s big news. What’s her name?” He stared back at me, completely unbothered by the minor detail he had…
