Can of Worms

ha and i blog again.

It has been two weeks since I have watched children at church or at the lovely home of the Fergusons, due to spring breaks and such things and it was wonderful to be back with the kids again. At church I helped watch the four and five year olds instead of my normal one and two year old crowd. It is so much fun to be around kids who can talk instead of just cry and point and poop (though, do not get me wrong, the sweet babies have their charms as well) but i really enjoyed listening to the long monologues of these budding orators. The gorgeous weather drew us out to the playground where a boys vs. girls game of tag immediately commenced. I, new to the group, had no idea that this had occured, that the boys were dubbed The Bears and the girls Baby Cheetahs, and that I was in the midst of a fierce battle. I was just running from anyone who roared at me, which was everyone. An astute girl, named Emily, sensing my confusion and fear, came to my rescue. 'Don't worry teacher, I will scare them off for you,' and she ran off singing at the boys who had cornered me, 'Will you come and dance with me? Will you come and dance with me?' I was dumbfounded by the innate intuition of this girl who knew that asking a boy to dance would indeed scare him soundly and cause him to flee. And flee they did. (though later Emily explained that it was her great speed that scared them off and she was just singing to make me feel better. Still, the image was quite funny). And so Emily and I, in addition to a little girl named Natalie, formed a third coalition in this animal war, the Peaceful Parakeets, and we cheeped and tweeted our way around the playground, flying out of harms way when necessary.

At work a customer brought me a book that they had found mishelved in true crime. It was President Clinton's book 'My life.'

Tonight with the Ferguson kids, we danced to veggie tales (I have to buy myself a cd!) and played with a long cardboard box that we cut eye and arm holes into, at appropriate heights for both Haywood and Hallsey. Oh how I wish I had a camera so you could see their thrilled faces as they tottered about in this box, shuffling their feet so that they were constantly knocking themselves over. Ah, the simple joys of cardboard.