Tuesday, May 4, 2010

i recently spent a morning at my daughters' preschool taking pics of the kids in action.
OH MY GOSH!  
i truly had so much fun.
kids are hilarious. . .they are.  
and even better when there's no pressure to discipline them, feed them, keep them safe, etc. etc.  just watch them & be with them.
the things they say!  (i can't think of anything off hand that was said, but i spent much of my morning giggling under my breath.)
THESE beautiful children were a STITCH!
and not just what they said, but the ANTS IN THE PANTS of these kids!
watching the teacher trying to read a story to a group of squirrely, 3 & 4-year-olds, who were CLEARLY in another land, was H-I-L-A-R-I-O-U-S!
you just wonder what they're innocent little heads are filled with. . .what they're thinking about when they're staring at the ceiling as they're being poked in the ear by their little friend next to them, as the teacher's trying to read. . .
it made for some GREAT pics of their true, little selves, being as innocent & real as preschoolers can be. 
ah, to be a kid again. 
carefree & only worried about when nap time was coming & how you were going to get out of it.  (er. . .maybe that was just me.)  :)
if you're lucky enough to remember BACK to preschool yourself, such fond memories.
i was boy crazy.
yes, even at 4.  ridiculous.
boys. . .the cause of & solution to all my problems (up until i found the right one, when i married brian.)
but yes, even at 4.  i remember being OBSESSED with the 'play-clothes' bin in the 'house' section of preschool.  
EVERYDAY, i would get dressed up in this too-big-lacey & obnoxious gown that was a woman's size, so dragged on the floor behind me, but i thought i looked dang good,
and i would follow 'my boyfriend' around like a lost puppy (in a too-big-lacey & obnoxious gown.)
and EVERYDAY, i would ask this boy, cody (not going to reveal his last name because it's not important,) but i would ask him everyday if he would marry me.  
everyday.
and everyday he said no.  hey.  the jerk store called.  they're all out of you.
and then ONE day, my preshool-best friend, asked him the same question.  
he looked at her & said, 'YES!'
DEVASTATION!
i never put that damn, pink dress on again.  and remember thinking, 'i think he said yes because she has BLONDE hair & he must like that better than brown hair.'
?????
to recognize that boys/men could possibly only like a certain 'type' or 'spec' of woman (as my husband says,) at such a young age?  to KNOW & understand that at such a young age?
genius, huh?
THANKFULLY, i moved on quickly, and THANKFULLY didn't see any of that nonsense going on at THIS preschool.
thank God.



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