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Impostor in K.K. Clothing

We got a new student last Monday (Marco), and another today (Miki).  Both of them are three years old.  Both of them came in crying and frightened.  K.K. has ignored Marco’s wails all week.  Today he decided to pay him — and Miki –  some mind.

Of course, given  K.K.’s behavior profile, we were a bit apprehensive at first, but apparently K.K. reads the internet, or perhaps he stayed after school and heard us talking — whatever the case, he obviously realized his image needs polishing.  Today he earned several behavior awards and nobody had to set them up so he could.

Shortly after his arrival, Miki realized his momma had left him alone in a room full of strangers and let out a heartbroken wail.  K.K. grabbed his favorite ball — the one he will not share with anybody and has been known to throw fits over if anyone even looks at — and took it to Miki.  Then he gently took Miki’s hand, led him to the play area and invited him to roll the ball down the ball ramp.  The two of them played together for a half hour.

At lunch time Marco tried to run away during the walk to the cafeteria.  He jerked his hand from Ms. Jewl’s and bolted left.  Ms. Alyce grabbed him, but she already had two other kids to watch.  Ms. Jewl tried to take Marco back, but he jerked away again.  That time K.K.caught his hand.  Marco seemed fine with that, so K.K. walked Marco to the cafeteria and Ms. Jewl followed behind.

At nap time, Marco didn’t want to go down.  I sat on his pallet and held him in my lap.  He cried and fussed.  K.K. came over and gave Marco a hug and a kiss.  He said, “It be awwight. Go asweep.”  Then he picked up Marco’s blanket and covered us up.

When Miki’s momma came to pick him up after school, K.K. hugged Miki and said, “Bye fwiend.  See ou ‘amarrow.”

So where did our little hair-raiser go?  Who is this impostor?  And can we keep him?

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. Awwwww… sweet redemption. Sounds like he just needed someone to rescue. Was he sort of “low man on the totem pole” before?

  2. Melli — used to be youngest.

    SN — the good behavior continued, but not the helpfulness.

    Brig — today most of the kids were all bad.

    Polona — yeah, I could have used one today!

  3. Interesting isn’t it, anyway I find it very interesting, even children seem to understand need, and rise to the occasion. I sure hope it lasts for everyones sake. I can’t imagine leaving a three year old crying among a room full of strangers, I wouldn’t be able to even work if it were me. It must be as hard on the parents as the children. So glad these kids have people who understand. the world is a frightening place to a three year old.

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