I got a summer job at a daycare, and I’ve found that holding a sleeping baby is definitely worth the four messy diapers I changed to get there.
I’ve been instructed on how to make a wish from a dandelion ‘poofy thing’: “You have to blow on it and make a wish. But you can’t tell it to anybody!”
One little girl told us all her secret: “I drew a picture of a baby. It’s in my mommy’s tummy!”
A little boy said, “I’m gonna get a baby at Halloween. And my mommy’s tummy is this big! (He places his hand a few inches in front of his belly) But it was this big when she had me!” (He places his hand as far as it will reach in front of his belly.) His walking buddy does the same. She said, “my mommy’s tummy was this big when she had me. And when I came out, I was just a tiny little baby!”
Another little boy said, “I don’t have any brothers or sisters. Just a baby.”
Today, there were several proposals of marriage, leading to the following comments.
“Girls can’t marry girls!”
“Teacher, can one boy marry two girls?” “No.” “Told you!”
No deep discussions about homosexuality or polygamy here.
When we all went for a walk, on little girl picked me a dandelion. Not to be outdone, one of the three year old girls bent over, and picked something. She marched right over to me, and handed me a long piece of…..grass. “It’s mother’s day,” she informed me.
The wolf will live with the lamb, the leopard will lie down with the goat, the calf and the lion and the yearling together; and a little child will lead them.
-Wednesday, May 11, 2005