I never would have seen it coming, but my boys are gossipers.
They feel a need to know whats going on, even with people they hardly know or may never see again.
An old friend of Stefán's came down from Þórshöfn this week, so his mom called to arrange some play dates.
But surprisingly the first thing these kids do is sit down and have a talk about what all the other kids are up to.
Who made it to grade one? Who's a bully? Who can not read? ect. ect.
It was shocking. I used to think they were kind and innocent.
Overhearing these conversations changed that a little.
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