Batman Brings Honey Hammabuggas

Wednesday mornings follow a similar pattern. I hit the snooze button more times than I'd like to admit and roll out of bed to begin my feud with the transportation system of this city. For whatever reason, getting to my preschool in the Mission from my apartment is never an easy task. Taking the 24 to the 48 manages to push almost every patient button I have, regardless of how lovingly divisible those two bus numbers are.

This morning was no exception. My first bus made me wait fifteen minutes longer than the time my computer's prediction promised before I left the comforts of home and the second bus was delayed so greatly that I decided to speed walk the two plus miles to school instead of waiting in frustration.

But arriving at my Wednesday morning site is always worth it. Not to play favorites, but yeah, okay, let's play favorites, the kids at this preschool have become just that: my play favorites. Every time I step foot in their colorful classroom I'm met with cheers. I'm not exaggerating, gang, these kids get really excited for drama class. This morning a little boy wept because his group wasn't scheduled this week. Once again, the wish of having that power over men by own age and by casting directors overwhelmed me.

Today's class featured a game I created called "Magic School Bus" where we all pretend to get into a vehicle, put our seat belts on, and drive to destination. This week the kids decided on the beach. (Specifically to swim and see a pirate ship!) On their own, they each picked a character they would like to be at the beach as well. We had a mermaid, the Cookie Monster, Spiderman, an ant, and Batman aboard, just to name a few, and they each promised to provide something that we may need at the beach, like sunscreen or a towel. But my absolute favorite came from the little boy who asked me to call him Batman. With his tiny little voice he yelled, "I'm bringing Honey! And Hammabuggas!" It took me a moment to realize he meant hamburgers but I used the time to laugh and do my own private cheer. Regardless of how terrible my commute may be at times, I have a superhero who likes me enough to offer hamburgers. Bring on the cheese!