sometimes.

sometimes, i really miss my old job.
you see, i used to be a teacher's aide.  best job ever?  i think yes.

because kids are the greatest.  and spending all day with 3-5 year olds is pure bliss (most of the time).  also hilarious.  because they say things like this:

T:  "coffee is like hot cocoa but with lots more bubbles!"

S:  "when my mom makes disgusting food, we give it to our dog."

L:  "we are gonna be best friends forever.  come on carson."
C:  "um. my name is connor."

out of nowhere, i hear the loudest screeching noise of my entire human life.
me:  "B, what was that?"
B:  "that was a dying cat."

me:  "A, i like your haircut."
A:  "yeah!  i'm not wolfman anymore!"

T exiting the bathroom:  "there's no more pee left."

H had a cut on his finger so i asked what happened. he looked at me. then at his finger.  then back at me, with a thoughtful expression.  and then he replied...
"well...my skin fell off!"

BURRRRP.
me:  "A, what do you say?"
A:  "thank you!!"
i was going for excuse me, but i'll take it.


after telling B's mom about her accident at school, her mom turns to her and says:  "B, i told you if you pee on their floor you can't come back to school."
B's quick reply: "but it wasn't on the floor!  it was on the chair!"
technically, it WAS on the chair....


and of course, my personal favorite:
N:  "i don't like you miss amy.....(long, dramatic pause)....
I LOVE YOU!"

i love you too, kiddos.  and i miss you.  lots.