N approaches a new teacher at preschool this week.
"What's your name again?"
"Melinda."
N walks away. Time passes, N returns.
"M-E-L-I-N-D-A Melinda"
"Wow, did you read that somewhere?
"No, I sounded it out. It's only three syllables"
He's Four?!?!?
N and I reading quietly on the couch. I hear some sniffling from time to time. I absentmindedly ask if he needs a tissue, without actually looking up. "no," comes the reply. Sniffing continues. I notice out of my peripheral vision that N is licking his hands, like kitty paws, repeatedly. Often.
"N, why are you licking your hands?"
"Because they have snot on them."
He's Four.
2 comments:
Hilarious.
My favorite age is 4.They are wide open books waiting to be written.Some times I am sad I can't go back to teaching again.(Issac's meds won't allow it.) 5 is pretty darn cool too they turn into sponges wanting knowledge(even more than N is wanting already get ready.)
Hugs.
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