As I was sitting in my first kinder class today, one of the little boys walked up to me with his hand outstretched and handed me fake slime he'd picked up. Yup. He actually handed it to me from the floor, expecting me to take care of it. Ya gotta love being the grown up in that situation. It's right up there with wipping runny noses, of which I've also had the luxury of doing since arriving here. As I was in the midst of reading a book to the class, I thanked him, and put it, the slime, the closest place I could find, my pants. 20 min. later, I found myself rubbing away at my pants wondering what I'd been thinking. I now have a lovely stain to rimind me of that class.

After the last kinder class it's always nice helping the kids with their jackets and ushering them out the door. Sometimes they're so damn cute though (when there isn't any slime involved). Today Kevin, a little 6 year old grabbed hold of my hand, well finger actually, and wanted me to walk him out the door. I walked with him as he jaunted towards the door and I squated to say goodbye. He jumped into me and gave me a big hug and then turned to give me a kiss on the cheek. It seemed so natural and easy for him to do that. I gave him a hug back and sent him out the door for the day, smiling to myself. The funny thing is, I'd had to scold him the last class for not listening. If only adults could forget things so easily as to give hugs so near after.

Ah the joys of teaching 7 year olds.....