"You're not that old. . . . You're not even married yet!"
During after-school care yesterday, I only had one little Pre-K student to watch. I love this situation because I can completely focus on her, instead of having to manage several different kids from all different grades. She and I worked puzzles, played games, and read several books (my favorite). On Mondays, however, our school has to get "put back together" from the weekend (as we take it apart every Friday so that the church can use the space again), meaning that the "Founding Families" come back up to school with their kids. There are ten children, and they are an absolute blast.
Anyway, we all went outside to play, and pretty quickly a game of tag commenced. Fortunately, I had been prepared for martial arts that morning on our field trip, so I was dressed fairly athletically. Before too long, I realized that every one of the kids wanted to tag me...every time. Apparently no one else was nearly as exciting a target. This is not too bad when I'm being followed by the youngest ones, but when the 5th grade soccer players are after me, I have to really run. Speed is not my forte.Even so, I was having a great time playing. After a good amount of tag (aka chase Miss Turtletaub), I sat down for a break, calling a personal timeout. One of the 3rd grade girls came up to ask why I was resting. I told her I was old and needed a break (the only answer that seemed fitting at the time). In a tone of disbelief that completely discredited my "old age," she responded with the above quote. I love honest kids.
