July 1, 1995 [Age 14]
I have a scratch on my cheek and as we were getting out our gear at the end of class, P came up to me and asked, “What happened here?” pointing to the same spot on his face.
I answered, “My cat bites my cheeks at night.”
“Oh!” he answered. “I shaved my cat.”
And then he walked away.
JR ate all my crackers in the car.