Salvador shared this little chestnut with me after I told him to go ahead and sit on the newspaper that was covering a seat on the bus. He sort of slid it around a little, and then tried to squeeze in next to it. I told him to, “Go ahead and sit on it. It’s a newspaper, not a rabid raccoon.”
After hearing his response, I now understand his trepidation. I’d be a little gun shy, too, after an episode like that. The trauma must have been hard to endure.