Tom got two more. One for flying a paper plane in class. The other for shirt out and socks down. Shirt out or Socks down No. 132
I said (ala Paul Simon):
¶ “You’re in trouble, boy and now you’re headed in for more. It’s the same old story: ¶
Either you build a paper plane that flies the length of the passage or . . . ”
No problem. Fold fold fold fold fold, flick. We high-fived before it even landed.
See, Dad, I made it for Teshail and it was passed around the class and then came back to me. I threw it at Teshail but it went too far and landed on Mr Verster’s desk.
Ok, boy. I see.