Saturday, 19 February 2011
Of Five Year Old's.
And then there are the Prep's. Those youngest little gems in our school. The ones to whom the Principal goes to visit when he's having a bad day. He's a wise man. Those kids are hilarious in the most innocent of ways. I have one little boy who waggles his eyebrows at me a number of times in every lesson I'm there. Then he starts winking. And then I have to walk away because there's something a little bit unusual about a 5yo winking at you! But my golly he makes me smile. He saves his eyebrows and winks for me. His teacher never sees it.
Yesterday I was in the library on Z-Duty. Z was happily playing and one of the Prep girls was there trying to draw a picture. She needed help drawing hands. So I had Mr Busy go and help her. Then she came back and needed help drawing a necklace. I had Miss Sunshine go and help her. She showed me her picture at the end of lunch time, replete with signatures from all her able helpers. She was impressed that my kids are so-o-o-o-o big. And so am I.