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.)
