Five year old Cass came into the classroom Friday morning carrying an envelope that had a semblance of five year old Jay’s name scribbled on it in red crayon. She took the missive straight to Jay. He opened it, looked it over, grinned at her and put it in his pocket. I did not get to see the paper.
During center activities they chose all of the same tasks and did them together. At recess they played hand-in-hand. At lunch they ate together.
At nap time Jay and Cass arranged their pallets side-by-side. In the interests of sleep and not giggles, I separated them. Jay sighed as he stretched out on his pallet. He looked across the room at Cass, dug the paper from his pocket, opened it up and smoothed the wrinkles out. I could see that it was a drawing of Cass and Jay, hand-in-hand. Little hearts, X’s and O’s encircled them.
“Jay,” I said, “You need to put that away. It’s nap time.”
Jay said, “But it is from my Cassie.”
“I know,” I said, “But you still have to put it away.”
“Okay,” he said. Then he folded the note and placed it between his cheek and his pillow. He looked across the room at Cass. “I love you,” he called.
“I love you, too.” She answered back. They grinned at each other like Chesire Cats.