Sometimes they say things that shock the living daylights out of me, in a not so good way. [Like that time 1st graders were singing, "We will, we will, FOCK you", and thought it was appropriate because they changed the usual "u" to an "o". Sigh. 1st Grade, people.]
Sometimes they say things that are ridiculously funny, and almost have me and my tub-o-belly on the floor rolling. [But I usually maintain composure.]
But, some days...like Thursday, they had me and my hormones in a pile of moosh.
They were so cute.
Just plain adorable.
I could have eaten them up. [And thats not a pregnancy joke.]
And although I really do enjoy my job on most days... alot of the time the 'cuteness' of kids wears out real fast when you're with them all.day.long.
But this--this, got me.
Let me set the scene:
It was about 12:15 and my 2nd grade class came rolling in. I think that every week my belly is shocking them a bit, because, uhh...it keeps-getting-bigger.
So one boy pipes up: Hey Mrs. B, when's your baby coming again?
Me: Probably about when my belly gets about out to here! [using my hand as an imaginary belly-size]
Student 1: Ohh I can't wait to teach her lots of new things!
[My heart is beginning to melt.]
Student 2: Yea, like I want to teach her how to draw a football!
Student 3: I want to teach her to READ!
Student 4: She'll be such a good artist because she comes from your tummy and you're a great art teacher.
[Big old pile of slop on the floor by now...]
Some time goes by...we start class and begin to work on our projects.
Student 1 again: I think I'll teach her to sing.
Me: Are you good at singing, buddy?
Student 1: No. Actually I'm not. But...! I'm great at walking. How about I teach her that?
Seriously? Sweet, adorable, and even a twist of humor at the end.
I'm pretty sure that if I ever brought my little baby girl into school she'll be torn apart at the limbs, by the kids, all wanting a little piece of her, to, you know..."teach" her things.
On second thought, maybe we shouldn't visit :)