Today after school:
Ingrid, cheerfully: [Name of Wyoming Town] didn’t hit me on the head today.
Me: Well, that’s good. It sounds like he made a better choice today, (blah blah blah about hitting and how it hurts, etc. etc.)
Ingrid, interrupting, still cheerfully: Today he poked me in the eye.
Other than that, she seems to have had a fine second day. Her teacher commented on her sense of humor, saying she giggled all day long. She made a fabulous piece of art out of large amounts of glue and glitter.