As the little kindergartener girl walked into my class yesterday, she made a comment about me having the baby.
Not a huge shocker, considering-most of the kids are buzzing about "when the baby is coming out".
But this little kinder-girl constantly talks about specifically "when the baby is being CUT out of you". [Like, I kid you not--she says this EVERY time I see her.]
While I realize her innocence is really cute...I just am not a fan of her lingo, at all.
Also, I never correct her-because, ummm...what the heck am I gonna say?! Besides, some babies indeed are "cut out" of you, per-say. I do NOT want to get into any more details as to 'how babies come out' because that would be wrong. On.So.Many.Levels.
But yesterday, when I came into the classroom, the same kids were getting settled-and I gave them a little talk about how "we have one more class together before I leave for the rest of the year to be a mommy"...
That same little girl piped up with no warning and shouted to the class,
"Yea, guys-Do you know HOW the baby is coming out??? Well, first the doctor has to get a knife...and then he has to CUT her belly OPEN and then he RIPS the baby out!"
I did my best to cut her off. AsQuickAsIcould. But to no avail.
Luckily, they are just kindergarteners--and none of them knew any better nor did they care about her lesson in being an OB doctor. They were in their own world.
Just plain weird.
A little awkward.
The icing on the cake that I'm ready to go...be done.
I need a break from school.
Mentally...oh so very "done".