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| A child was scratching her head vigorously, right above her ears. Upon searching her hair for lice, I discovered that I myself had my head infested with eggs. And that's how I spent the rest of my afternoon, post nap time - over at a fellow colleagues, treating my head with chemicals and vigorous combing. Oh, and watching Planet Earth. There are some funky looking fungi that attack creatures of all sorts. | | |
| On wrinkles by Henry (a 4 year old) Henry: Helen, I know that my mom is older than you.
Helen: How do you know that?
Henry: Well, my mom has wrinkles.
Helen: I have wrinkles too.
Henry: (looks at me closely, all around my face) Well, actually you have the kind of wrinkles that all people have. Sophia (3 year old) is Demanding "Call me Princess Cafe!" (She is ALWAYS eating at our morning snack table that we call Cafe.) Magnus and the noise.. We are at the playground and after running around for a bit, Magnus is near me and tells me that he wants to rest. We sit together. And we hear this sound. He had farted, pretty loudly. In his most serious expression and voice, he says, "That was my butt." =) | | |
| It's Saturday, and tomorrow is Sunday! Don't forget to spring forward all your clocks! I don't understand why Americans do this whole springing forward and falling back business. It drives me crazy, with everything one has to get used to, it just adds to the list of things to get used to. Like waking up early every morning. When does one get used to that so that you have no feelings about the business of waking up early every morning? I think I do it because I have to, but the thought of waking up early in the morning, it's never a joyful kind of feeling unless there's something really fun going on the next day that is extra extra special. No wait, even then, it's a little hard, and I'd actually prefer to take my time and wake up in my own dilly dally time. Maybe I need to fool myself to think that early is my dilly dally time. | | |
| Sometimes it's the littlest dude that understands. During Storytime, he stared at me with the most inquisitive look on his face. The stare lasted, I'd say, at least thirty seconds. And then he spoke with the most hard to understand language because his tongue is still a little too big for his tiny mouth. "Helen, where are your earrings?" The look on his face was one that said that this was not supposed to be. I told him, "I don't have them anymore." He said, "Why?" I said, "Unfortunately, I lost one of them." He said, "Where?" I said, "I don't know." He said, "Somewhere outside?" Yes. Thank you Robbie for your concern. It was the most genuine, because honestly, I was really distraught. | | |
| You'd be surprised how mean kids can be in their sly manipulative ways. Sometimes they just don't want to play with you. Caleb: You can't come to my next birthday party!
Henry: (starts crying) Why??
Caleb: Because you are not being quiet and using your whisper voice.
Henry: (starts crying uncontrollably)
Me: Henry, why are you so upset?
Henry: Caleb said I can't come to his birthday party.
Me: Why doesn't he want you to come?
Henry: Because I won't be quiet and use a whisper voice.
Me: Oh, come on Henry. You tell me, do you know how to be quiet and use a whisper voice?
Henry: Yeah...
Me: So, just do that, and let Caleb know. Maybe he'll let you come to his party.
Henry: (stops crying) Ok.
Me: Go on, go tell Caleb.
Henry: (goes over to Caleb) Caleb, I'll be quiet and use my whisper voice, can i come to your birthday party?
Caleb: Well... (thinking real hard) you know what? You might be away on a trip. WOW Caleb, Henry must really get on your nerves... | | |
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