This was neither the time nor the place.
A school board meeting was supposed to put people to sleep.
Instead, George had stood on a chair to reach the microphone. And being a little top-heavy, more than a little nervous, and all of seven years old, he wobbled a bit, leaned to catch his balance, and–thwonk–George’s forehead and the microphone collided.
He steadied himself and, still dazed, looked at the seven board members.
He was ready to present.
And then…the giggle.
From the back of the room.
And another one just in front of the first.
And two rows forward, a third.
The board members’ eyes shifted from George to the upwelling of amusement.
THIS…was not on the agenda.
[Should I continue?]