Inquiries of a 4-year-old

T: Miss Saraaa. You look different.

Me: I look different? How do I look different?

T looks me over quizzically, not sure exactly how I look different. I know what it is that she noticed so I show my body from the side so that she can see my hair.

T (noticing my hair): You have a ponytail!
Smiling, I say, “Yes, I do have a ponytail today.”

Then T looks at me quizzically again. With her eyebrows raised, she asks, “How did your hair get so long?”

Me: How did it get long? It was always this long. You just always see me with a bun. [I show her how my hair gets shorter when I do a bun.] See? …. [I let down my hair again in a ponytail.] How do I look?

T: …….You look different.

😂😂 Oh T.

Playing House

The three little ones were busy cooking as I sat down to play house with them.

“I’m so hungry?”, I said as I rubbed my stomach. “Can you give me something to eat?”

“Yeah”, said K and he pulls out a pan from the cupboard.

The three are tinkering away in the kitchen, making me the yummiest foods. When they are finished, they set the table and set the foods in front of me. B and Kh go back to the kitchen. Before K leaves, I ask, “Aren’t you going to eat with me?”

“Yeah!”, said K. And he sat down to eat with me. We ate merrily. The grapes were delicious as were the french fries and donuts. I picked up my glass to drink and so did he. Then I couldn’t believe what he did next 😶.

He raised his glass and clinked it against mine. “Kanpai!” *, he said excitedly, before taking a sip from his glass. 😂🤣

Oh my gosh, he’s so cute :3. He probably picked that up from someone at home.

*Kanpai: the Japanese word for “cheers” in a drinking toast.

Aside

Highlight of my day 😊

The kids were eating animal crackers. I noticed one was a hippo and I pointed it out to D.
Me: “Oh, look D. It’s a hippo.”
D: “Po.” (while looking up at me)
Me: “It’s a hip-po, D. Can you say hip-po?”
D: ….. “Po.”

Ayyyy 😍😍. He’s so cute❤❤. He can’t quiet speak yet, except for his numbers and letters, but he will try to mimic if you ask him to say something.

Pulling Heartstrings

Sometimes these kids just pull at my heartstrings. Like when they cry during lunch because there’s no more mac and cheese, when they’re scared of the fire alarm going off during a fire drill and you just want to pull them close and hug them tight, when they’re crying for their mommy because they miss them, when they make that face when they’re about to cry, or when they stomp their feet out of frustration or anger to let you know that they don’t like it. Although I shouldn’t be saying this, because my co-teacher and I have to deal with it almost everyday, they look so cute doing it ❤ :3 . But we just got to take a deep breath and assure them it’s ok. Pat ourselves on the back and tell ourselves that it’s ok.

It’s ok.

It’s ok. 

And keep on going 🙂.