Guys Are Good For Dancing

Today was one of those mornings when it seemed like the universe was rooting for me to stay in bed. Partially because I had come home late the night before leaving me little time to sleep and partially because of the storm outside my window. I almost convinced myself that nature actually had an opinion about my work schedule based upon the amount of rain I had to fight against to arrive on time.

But, as usual, the second I stepped foot into the classroom I was met with all I needed. A small boy with big blue eyes so pretty I wanted to swim in them offered me a trip to the moon to dine on blue cheese (as long as I promised to wear a blue hat) and another held my hand and complimented my polka dot rain boots. I couldn't ask for more.

My second school provided not only a shelter from the weather but more giggles. I spent a good amount of my time working with one little girl this morning who provided me with a lot of wisdom. I made her a pretend crown of seashells and she honored it by yelling at anyone who came near her head in fear that it would break. She also pointed at one of the little boys in class and said, "There's a guy. They are made to dance with me." I laughed at first but then I found it almost poetic. What a romantic vision this young child must have regarding the relationship between men and women. Maybe I need to learn how to avoid complication and keep it simple. Though, next time I intend to ask her how to get them to agree to a dance in the first place.