BUT I DO HAVE FRIENDS
A mother was enrolling her six-year old son in kindergarten. The teacher, following the usual formula, brought out her records and began to ask questions. “Does the boy have any older brothers?” “No.” “Does the boy have any younger brothers?” “No.” “Older sisters?” “No.” “Younger sisters?” “No.” At this point the lad, who had grown increasingly unhappy and self-conscious, put in a wistful word: “But,” he said defensively, “I’ve got friends.” From Quote, Vol. 85, No. 14, July 15, 1985, page 216
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