Good Behavior?

K.K. kicks, hits, pinches, pushes, shoves, whines, and talks back — and those are his better traits. There is a “Good Behavior” campaign in full swing in our school and kids — especially at recess — are being given certificates of merit for acts of kindness and responsibility. Everyone in our classroom has at least one — except K.K.

Ms. Cher said, “K.K. is a brat. I can’t even think of a situation we could set up to help him earn one.”

I said, “What are you talking about? K.K. earned 20 just today.”

Everybody turned around to look at me. Ms. Alyce exclaimed, “What?! Ged’oud’da’here! No way!”

Ms. Jewls laughed. “K.K. Klimber is cute and one of my favorites, but even I know there’s no way he earned a good behavior voucher.”

Ms. Cher gave me that look. “What did he do?” She demanded.

“He ordered me to tie his shoelace,” I said. “”Then, when I finished, before he ran off to play, he took my face in his hands and told told me — for the second day in a row — that I am, “Pretty, pretty.” That’s got to be worth at least 20 vouchers.”

Good Hair Day?

Today, every half-hour or so, Chez would look up from whatever he was doing, see me across the room, and his face would suddenly light with joy. He’d dash to me, declare jubilantly in his high squeaky voice, I love you!, then hug and/or kiss me, before bounding away as quickly as he’d arrived.

Today, Maddie would look up from whatever she was doing, point at me and giggle while shaking her head.

Today Kevin told me I am his favorite beautiful teacher.

Today Ms. Jewls and Alyce talked about my hair as though I weren’t in the room. Luckily they said nice things.

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Today, Cass studied me very seriously as she walked a full circle around me. “Some of your hair is gone-d,” she said.

“Do you like it?” I queried.

Cass thought for a moment then shrugged. “You look the same,” she said. “Just different.”

Squishy, Squishy, Bye Bye

Not long after we left the Keiki Zoo, we came to the rhino enclosure. The female rhino came forward to take a good look at the strange creatures staring at her. I believe it was Chez’s piping call of “Looky! Looky! Looky!” that caught her attention.

The kids oh-ed and ah-ed and pointed things out to each other — including the hair fringe that hung down over her ears. I said it grew there to keep bugs out of her ears. Ms. Jewls said those were her pigtails. The kids thought we were both funny.

Cass said, “Bugs don’t grow in ears, Silly.”

Kevin said, “Rhinosaurases no has pigged-tails.”

Gordy said, “Can I … mumble, mumble mumble.” He speaks very softly, and asking him to repeat something generally means he’ll get even quieter.

I said, “I couldn’t hear you, honey, what do you want?”

Gordy said, ” … mumble, mumble, nocerous, please.”

I said, “Can’t you see? Do you need to be picked up?”

Frustrated, Gordy shook his head and stamped his foot. The rest of the class was already moving away. I caught Chez’s hand, then motioned with the other for Gordy to follow. He shook his head no, grabbed my fingers in both his hands and pulled me toward him. Still holding Chez with my left hand, I bent down. Gordy whispered, “But I wanna pet the nocerous.”

“Pet it!” I exclaimed.

Chez squeaked, “No way! No way!” He stretched my left arm about three inches longer trying to leave.

And Gordy queried, “Can I?”

I said, “Honey, we can’t pet the rhino!”

Gordy said, “Will it bite me?”

I said, “Yes! Right after it steps on you and squishes you! The horn on it’s nose is bigger than you are!”

Gordy thought that was funny. He laughed.

Chez, still tugging on my arm, sing-song-ed, “Squishy, squishy, bye, bye! Squishy, squishy, bye, bye!”

Baaaad Goat

The petting zoo was a big hit with the little kids. They especially enjoyed the time we spent in the goat pen — except David who took exception to one of the goats nibbling on the front of his shirt, which still had a bit of his breakfast on it.

Cass captured the heart of yet another fella.

Candy has such a great ear scratching technique that this little one followed her around for a bit after she got up and walked away.

And this fella snuggled really friendly-like and told me he loved me, then he tried to steal my purse. We had quite a tug-of-war. I finally convinced him that pink and purple geometrics weren’t a proper match for his coat.

She’s a Player

I have been told that last year, Cass and Tito were an item. Everywhere one went, the other would be. Usually they were hand-in-hand. This year, because Tito was promoted to Head Start, it is Cass and Jay. Until today —

Today we went on a field trip with our school’s chapter of Keiki Steps and Head Start. The kids were paired up before we left our classroom, and as usual, Cass and Jay declined to be separated. That is how they found themselves sitting together on the bus — directly across the isle from Tito and Frankie.

Cass sat on the inside, next to the window. Jay sat on the aisle. Tito sat on the aisle just across from Jay. Tito kept calling to Cass, pointing out things to look at on his side of the bus. Cass would lean or half crawl over Jay to see. Jay kept saying, “Cassie, sit down.” He tried very hard to keep Cass’ attention, and worked at staying between Cass and Tito, but finally his patience gave out. He turned to Tito and snapped, “You no talk to my Cassie!”

Tito answered back, “My Cassie!”

We all looked at Cass to see how she felt about the whole thing — and there she was with her arms crossed and a huge smile on her face.