Most Lessons are Learned by the Teacher....

I was talking to Clara during free play time on Friday afternoon.  She was taking a break from cutting snowflakes out of pink construction paper, and decided that instead of cleaning up the bazillion pieces of paper strewn all over the floor, she would come over and chat with the teacher. 

I was sitting at one of the tables near the window, pretty much exhausted after managing 24 kindergartners for a whole week straight. Whoever thought that five-day school weeks in the beginning of September were a good idea should have to come to kindergarten for ONE of those weeks. 

She stood in front of me so that we were basically at eye level and stared at me. I smiled and said, “What’s up, Clara?”

She pointed to the mole sitting on my upper lip - you know, where many other famous ladies have beauty marks- and said thoughtfully, “What IS that?”

I smiled and said, “It’s a beauty mark!”

She looked me up and down, put her hands on her hips and said, “No, it isn’t.”

Yep. I ended an exhausting week getting schooled by a five-year old.

(She’s my NEW favorite, favorite. P.S.)