Does Somebody Need a Hug?
As instructed, we dutifully file into the hallway outside of the preschool classroom doors. We wait. Patiently. At the appointed time, seldom before, the teacher opens the doors to the classroom and one by one ushers the energetic preschoolers into the waiting and loving arms of parents, grandparents, brothers and sisters. It's a pilgrimage of which we partake twice a week, the twins and I. They are scarcely able to contain their excitement having been separated from Zia for a grand sum of three hours and fifteen minutes. Ever had a puppy that would piddle itself with glee each time you walked into the door? It's just like that minus the tails of course, and maybe the slobber and piddle. Wait. I am talking about the twins. Yes, there's plenty of slobber and I'm quite sure piddle. (Thank God for Pampers!)
Today, the families of Zia's classmates were privy to a rare glimpse of the World of Ed. You see, my mother-in-law (I've mentioned her before--she's a saint!) works for the church where my kids attend school. Her office is right next door to Zia's classroom and immediately prior to Zia's dismissal had stepped into the hallway. Zella, upon seeing her grandma shouted, "MEMAAA!!!" and began running towards her arms outstretched in anticipation of the welcoming hug surely waiting at the end of her journey. And the crowded hallway collectively said, "Aww."
Moments later Zia appeared in the doorway and Zander took off shouting, "EEEYAA!" arms outstretched in anticipation of the welcoming hug surely waiting at the the end of his journey. As he neared, Zia turned ever so slightly as if preparing herself for the collision and......
elbowed Zander in the throat. And the crowded hallway collectively said, "Oooh!!"
Today, the families of Zia's classmates were privy to a rare glimpse of the World of Ed. You see, my mother-in-law (I've mentioned her before--she's a saint!) works for the church where my kids attend school. Her office is right next door to Zia's classroom and immediately prior to Zia's dismissal had stepped into the hallway. Zella, upon seeing her grandma shouted, "MEMAAA!!!" and began running towards her arms outstretched in anticipation of the welcoming hug surely waiting at the end of her journey. And the crowded hallway collectively said, "Aww."
Moments later Zia appeared in the doorway and Zander took off shouting, "EEEYAA!" arms outstretched in anticipation of the welcoming hug surely waiting at the the end of his journey. As he neared, Zia turned ever so slightly as if preparing herself for the collision and......
elbowed Zander in the throat. And the crowded hallway collectively said, "Oooh!!"
Thanks for the laugh! That made my day.
Poor kid was heartbroken.
Ouch! I didn't see that coming either.
No one did. There had actually been a few awws when he started running towards her.
exxcellent!!! piddle!. "piddle" was the term of choice in my parents' house when I was a kid. Nice to see it here.
Also, the whole routine, waiting outside the door, door opening/kids being released one at a time... takes me back, way back... to last year. I have no pre-schooler now.
I've only got four more years of this routine. I should have it down by then.
Oooh, poor Zander! Did that one at least earn him an ice cream?
It would have--had it not been 30 degrees with a wintery mix (rain, sleet, and snow). That and the ice cream shops are all closed for the winter!
Love it! Life with a slew of kids, someone's always getting hurt.
More than enough fodder for stories.