we yearn to be kids. It just seems that all would be wonderful
if we didn't have to celebrate our birthdays in chronological order."
My team teacher loves making birthday cards with the children for their families. She had one child off at the table with a few kids doing various activities and as usual I was all over the preschool classroom. We have a deal, you see. If she is sitting I am standing and vise versa. This way we can get maximum coverage and strategic positioning in the classroom.
As ‘Ms. Bee’ was at the art table with the child I heard her laugh and say, “I did not tell you that.”
I then heard I child’s voice say, “Yes you did!”
As the verbal ping pong match went no where I made my way through the ‘block castles’ and the ‘slew of sick babies’ being tended to in the Dramatic Play Area.
“Hi!” I interrupted cheerfully startling them both. “How is the card coming along?” I directed the question at my team teacher.
“Fine.” Ms. B said flatly. “Take a look the picture Nya drew.
Nya is a fabulous artist. Very detailed; however, Ms. B informed me that there was a miscommunication between her and Nya. I looked at the picture and there was clearly a smiling figure.
“Well, what a smile!” I stammered.
“A smile?” Ms. B said, “This is going on her mother’s birthday card!” She whispered in my ear.
“Quiet. I’m thinking.” I whispered back.
“You like it?” Nya asked.
“Well of course,” I said, “You even did a belly button!”
“What did Ms. B tell you?”
“Well?” She began.
“Yes?” I said.
“Ms B said it was for my mommy’s birthday.” She smiled sweetly.
“Yes?” Ms. B and I both said.
“So I drew mommy in her birthday suit.”