I love my job because where else to you get to hear snippets of conversation like the following?
First Grade Student: “My dog is named Porkslap.”
Teacher: “Pork Chop?”
Student: “No Porkslap. He’s named after a beer. My other dog is named Honey Wheat.”
Or this conversation between two Kindergarten boys:
Boy 1: “I love you. You are my best friend.”
Boy 2: “You can’t love me.”
Boy 1: “Why not?”
Boy 2: “Because if you love someone then you have to marry them and I’m going to marry my mom.”
I love teaching because I get to work with kids and kids have an amazing ability to find and celebrate the wonderfulness of life. Sparkly shoes that light up with each step make the owner’s eyes sparkle. A knitted cap in the likeness of a tiger has the wearer grinning from ear to ear. The energy created by this wonderfulness of life cannot be contained in their small bodies. It begs expression as they twirl, hop and skip down the hallway.
Adults could learn a thing or two from these sprites who grace our lives.
