i like cheese
today, one class of children tried to guess my age. they started with 23, immediately moved on to 42, and then hovered around in the 30s even AFTER i told them i was born in the 80s (math is obviously not our strong suit). it was endearing.
i have a child that looks JUST like gusgus from cinderella. yes, he is round and brown and freaking adorable. no, he does not carry stacks of cheese between his hands and chin, no matter how much i wish he would. he has this high pitched voice and an accent that turns "this" into "thees." and his thinking face, oh his thinking face. when he concentrates he looks like the most innocent and earnest angel God ever made. i want to squeeze his cheeks and keep him as a pet every time i see him. sometimes he's so sweet i have this urge to eat him like a cupcake. outside of class i call him only by the name gusgus, so inevitably, i almost called him that in class last week. that could have been tragic.
i've had some great interactions with kiddos over the last week. my fighters returned on friday and have been dutiful, polite students. i have praised them for the change repeatedly. it really is true that children respond to positive feedback so much more than they do to the negative. i've been doling out high-fives for good work and you would be presently surprised to see how that simple act makes them smile.
i love my job.
addendum:
how do i know i'm old? the answer is threefold.
today i met with a financial planner type to set up my retirement planning. 403(b), baby.
more than once in the past week i have been in my bed either reading a book or watching pride and prejudice (thebestmovieofalltime) at 9:30. in the PM.
things in my body "pop" for no other apparent reason than the fact that i have moved from a sitting to a standing position.
i have a child that looks JUST like gusgus from cinderella. yes, he is round and brown and freaking adorable. no, he does not carry stacks of cheese between his hands and chin, no matter how much i wish he would. he has this high pitched voice and an accent that turns "this" into "thees." and his thinking face, oh his thinking face. when he concentrates he looks like the most innocent and earnest angel God ever made. i want to squeeze his cheeks and keep him as a pet every time i see him. sometimes he's so sweet i have this urge to eat him like a cupcake. outside of class i call him only by the name gusgus, so inevitably, i almost called him that in class last week. that could have been tragic.
i've had some great interactions with kiddos over the last week. my fighters returned on friday and have been dutiful, polite students. i have praised them for the change repeatedly. it really is true that children respond to positive feedback so much more than they do to the negative. i've been doling out high-fives for good work and you would be presently surprised to see how that simple act makes them smile.
i love my job.
addendum:
how do i know i'm old? the answer is threefold.
today i met with a financial planner type to set up my retirement planning. 403(b), baby.
more than once in the past week i have been in my bed either reading a book or watching pride and prejudice (thebestmovieofalltime) at 9:30. in the PM.
things in my body "pop" for no other apparent reason than the fact that i have moved from a sitting to a standing position.
2 Comments:
none of this addendum is surprising; you were the oldest 17-year old I ever knew.
By
regan, at 7:36 AM
i too experience numbers 1-3.
god.
my #4: i am currently depositing fat in places on my body that have never seen fat before.
WHAT.
:) i love that you love kids.
By
Diane, at 7:10 PM
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