The children came back from lunch a jubilant mess. They gathered on the carpet chattering and giggling and quieted after only five attempts at “Class, class, class!”
I was singing the Days of the Week song when Sam enthusiastically raised his hand to get my attention. I stopped mid-Sunday, Monday – and gave in to his pleading eyes and insistent arm raising. We’ve been in school for 27 days, and by now I know that he’s a man with a mission. That arm would have stayed up the whole damn afternoon.
He cleared his throat and shouted with a huge smile, “Ms. Smythe, Austin wants to HUMP Sophie!”
I looked at Austin, who was sitting right next to Sam, and he was smiling and nodding his head. “YEP!” he said with a smile.
“Austin,” I said slowly, “Do you know what that means?”
“NOPE!” he said with a smile.
“Well, okay then. Boys, listen carefully…we never say the word hump in kindergarten…unless we’re talking about camels. Okay? Okay.”
Kindergarten is kind of like dodge ball- sometimes you dodge the balls…but sometimes you catch ‘em.