Overheard at the daycare:

4-Year-Old Boy: But M____, I love you.
4-Year-Old Girl: That’s nice, but I don’t want to be your girlfriend.
4-Year-Old Boy: But…I’m a good man! I don’t hit people!

Kevin says: oh, here is a fact for you
yesterday was the 207th anniversary of the signing of the Treaty of San Ildefonso
which gave Louisiana back to France

Tell me, how can I not love him? He tells me random facts about American history and I bake him cookies.

Yesterday I worked in the 3-year-old room. Not my usual place and most definitely not my favorite, but it does make for an interesting time. These young people speak a bit more clearly, “go pee-pee in the potty”, and don’t always have to wear bibs. Nice change from the everyday, “I poopy.”

Young Trent was sitting at the table, singing “I’m In The Lord’s Army” and I knew this because he got all the bits about marching in the infantry and riding in the cavalry right. It was that last little bit that caught my attention. So I asked, “Trent, could you sing it again?” And off he went, belting it out.

“I may never march in the infantry
Ride in the cavalry
Shoot the artillery
I may never fly o’er the enemy
But I don’t know what’s wrong with me!
Yes, sir!
I don’t know what’s wrong with me!
Yes, sir!“

For those of you who didn’t grow up attending vacation Bible school, the line is not “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” It’s “I’m in the Lord’s army.”

Another story about “beans” tomorrow. Today is GAME DAY at OU! Woowoo!

“Miss Elizabeth, you know why they call hippos ‘hippos’?”
“Why is that?”
“Because they have big hips.“

And while we’re talking about funny little boys: “I Kee A-dala.” Nan has a rather comical one of her own.

ME: So, just as a backup plan for next summer and next year, I’m thinking of applying to teach at The David School.
AARYN: What’s that?
ME: A school in Kentucky for underpriveleged Appalachian children.
AARYN: Okay, Christy.

Today was CPR and First Aid training for The New Job. The day was as normal as you could expect considering that we had all been up since the crack of dawn and were locked up in a room full of “manikins.” There was an older woman in the class who wasn’t a part of our group and she made the day highly entertaining. We were discussing the Heimlich Maneuver and she wanted to know if it would be okay for her to place a pillow between her hands and the victim (umm…why?). Our instructor kindly explained why that wouldn’t work (as he had about her past 17 random suggestions) and that her hands would need to be focused on performing the life-saving technique — she wouldn’t have time grab the pillow and position it even if it were helpful.

And then she popped off with this gem.

“You would be surprised the things I can do with my feet.”

“Hey, Miss…Miss…uggghhh…what is your name?”