And this time, I don't mean Katrina...but kindergarten.
I was subbing for a religion class yesterday, and the Pre-K/K room is right next door. I was leaving to go to meet my reading class upstairs, and one of teh Pre-K/K teachers stopped to chat. Then she said, "Oh, would you like a piece of apple pie? We're learning about the letter 'A' right now."
Who am I to refuse free apple pie?
So she brought me in and said, "Everyone, I have a special treat...this is Mrs. Aimée. What letter does her name start with?"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa," came a chorus of tiny voices.
"That's right! So since her name also starts with 'A,' do you think she should get a piece of Apple pie?"
"Yessssssss...." came those same little voices.
The pie was delicious. I wrote them a thank you note today. It said:
"Dear Pre-K/K,
Thank you for the Awesome Apple pie! I Absolutely Adore Apple pie! I Apologize for not being Able to eat your Animal crackers, too, but I Ate too much Apple pie! You guys Are Amazing!
Always,
Mrs. Aimée"
I hope they like that. I hear that today they were having ants on a log. I think that's my happiest memory of being in preschool.
Boy, life sure was simple then. They were going to have naptime after their pie. I was hoping I'd be invited to that, but I really didn't want to risk getting cooties from someone's mat...
