I was at the sink refilling the soap dispenser. Little bodies were lining up behind me. They wanted to wash their hands and go to lunch. There was soap on the outside of the dispenser, so I was having a bit of trouble getting the lid off. The kids began grumbling. I heard: Move! Hurry up! and Whatchew doing?
Then I heard Kelly, sounding ever so much like me. “We’re waiding for you, Miz Chawene!”