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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.

Quilly is the pseudonym of Charlene L. Amsden, who lives on The Big Island in Hawaii. When she is not hanging out with Amoeba, she is likely teaching or sewing. Or she could be cooking, taking photographs, or even writing. But if she's not doing any of that, she's probably on Facebook or tinkering with her blog.


  1. At that age I hated all girls in general and my sister in particular. In my kindergarten class none of the boys liked those icky girls. Times they have a changed.

  2. Reminds me of stories of when the teener was 4 or 5 or 6. We had just moved to pennsyltucky and he was in a pre-k. This one girl took a shine to him. Think her name was Stormy Summer something or other. She wrote him picture-notes, too. And kissed him on the lips one day.

    He wouldn’t go near girls for 3-4 years after that.

    In middle school, she was one of his best friends.

    Now, they don’t talk to each other.

    Oh, how sweet is thy love.

  3. SN — I don’t remember having any kindergarten loves, but I do recall one young man I had a passion for. I’d have killed him if they’d let me. I should probably blog about that someday over at, “The Grownups Wanted Us Dead.”

    Brig — yeah, leading to a borderline insulin crisis.

    Melli — the kids make enough goo, you clean up your own mess!

    Doug — if the sugar isn’t in a donut it doesn’t effect you?

    Jill — Sonny James! That’s funny because I was humming it most of the day on Friday. Tonight I seem to be stuck on the Everly Brothers, “Walk Right Back.” I hope that’s not an omen.

    Polona — in a scary sort of way.

    Dr. John — and the girls probably hated you right back. That was when the world was as it should be.

    JAn — indeed.

    Sauer Kraut — that’s the glory of –, that’s the story of –, love!

  4. Awwww!
    Reminds me of this story: Hubby was so in love with his preschool sweetheart that he was convinced he would take HER last name when they married. He changed his tune by the time he met me.

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