Our little rascal has been busy learning all about what happens in the "real world" in his first grade classroom. Yes, I miss him terribly.
Fortunately, he has found a way to keep me smiling.
I was walking down the hall after depositing the children in the lunchroom, when I heard Suzy yelling my name.
"Mrs. Smythe! Mrs. SMYTHE!!!"
She was leaving the Title One classroom and was heading back to her own room. We hugged, and she took my hand as we made our way down the hall. At that moment, Frank's class was making their way to the lunchroom.
He smiled and gave me a high-five, and then he and Suzy gave each other a quick, enthusiastic hug. (Yeah, we're huggers. We're the Hugger Family- five thousand and counting.)
As Frank walked (RAN) away to join his class, Suzy yelled after him, "Frank! I hafta talk to you at recess. And it's BAD!"
She turned back to me and we continued down the hall. "What was that about?" I asked her.
"Well, he flipped me over on the bus!" she said dramatically. "He flipped me OVER! And that is BAD!"
"Yikes!" I said. "He flipped you over??What happened?"
We stopped in the hall as she turned to face me. She looked at me wide-eyed and held up her fist. She held her fist in her other hand and said, "He did this, and he used THIS finger and he flipped me OVER! And that is BAD! That is a BAD FING!"
And as she held her middle finger up and shook it with all her might, I had to agree. It was a bad, bad fing.
But that's a particular talent he learned all on his own.