Not kicked out, I got to stay after in Kindergarten. We were doing the handprint in plaster of Paris in the old coffee can lids. I was one of the first to go into the back room where they did the prints. None of us five year old's knew what was going on.
When came back to the main room, I told them they put my hand in, (barnyard expression). That must not have been the correct thing to say!
Did that make me a JD at a tender age?
