I don’t think I’ve mentioned Jack.
He arrived in our classroom several weeks before I had to leave for those new knees, and it didn’t take me long to realize (like one MINUTE) that he was going to be the big spoon that would stir our pot. (And that means give the teacher a headache.)
And stir it he did.
That being said, he’s been ALMOST an angel since I’ve been back, and I’ve realized that he has found his way into my heart ...much like our Frank.
We gathered on the carpet at the end of the day today waiting for the dismissal announcement. The kids were busy zipping their snowpants, finding their snowboots, searching desperately for their matching gloves and putting on their backpacks. Jack sauntered over to me and leaned against my rocking chair.
I looked at him and said, “So, Jack, are you doing anything fun after school today?”
“Well, you know, I just can’t wait to get home and have a nice sit on the toilet.”
“Um...okay! Well, you know, Jack, you DID spend quite a bit of time in the bathroom today.”
He shrugged his shoulders and said, “Yeah, I know, but it’s just not the same. You know?”
I looked at him and nodded. (Unfortunately, I knew exactly what he was talking about.)