Scatter Sunshine

There is so much tragedy and sorrow surrounding the earthquake that devastated Haiti. However, amongst the sorrow, there are small shining moments of joy and hope. This is certainly one of my favorite moments.

So, my middle child is in preschool.  Preschool is a wonderful thing.  Lots of playing, painting, and parties.  Luckily, thanks to my son’s wonderful teacher, there is also learning encorporated into all of the aforementioned pleasures. 

She has started a new system during the last hour of class in which she incorporates center rotations.  She has asked for parent volunteers to help with the centers. 

I told her I would be happy to help, and I was.

Things went smoothly, the class was well behaved, their art projects were a smashing success, and I walked away happy.  As I loaded my son into his booster seat, he told me (with his adorable lisp and inability to say l’s, or r’s),

“Mommy, I thtiww (still) wuv you, but I never want you to come to my prethkool (preschool) ever again, and thith time I mean it!”

He said it with such passion that I nearly peed my pants.  I had hardly interacted with him as “my son” so I was quite surprised with is reaction to my visit.

I informed him that I had already volunteered to help again the following Monday during their Thanksgiving party so he was out of luck.

After a little contemplation, he came up with a solution, “Weww, (well) you can pretend to be Kam’th mother then.”

At least he still loves me right?