My kids always say the cutest things. Some things that stand out in my mind from throughout the semester came from my Funny Bug classes. I teach mostly the 3 and 4 year olds and they are the sweetest most energetic little things. I used to say that I felt awkward around young children. Infants, I was good. Pre Teens, I was good. But, 2 up until somewhere around 8 I didn't know how to talk to them or play with them. Not anymore! These kids have opened up my imagination, tested my patience, and proved to me that I will one day be an awesome mom. Well, anyway, back to the cute things my Funny Bugs say. One day *Nicholas looked at my toe nail polish. I had my nails done for Christmas when I was at home with my family. Nicholas touched my toe and said "oooh, I like your nails!" I imagined him hearing that phrase from his mother or aunts. It was so funny to me that he noticed. Another time, this little girl *Becca said "I'm pretending to be a puppy". I said, "ok, let's pretend to be a puppy while sitting here listening with our friends" (not my most creative teaching moment but hey, I was allowing her to be creative right?) So she joins her classmates as I demonstrate the skills we were to do at that station. Then all of a sudden as I sit down to tell everyone the magic word (which means they can finally explore the gym and run around after 30 whole seconds of sitting still) Becca licked my foot!!! Another time, just recently, I was subbing a grade school class (so a class of 6-12 year olds) and this one little girl was fawning over my engagement ring. I guess I thought it was so funny because it's quite simple and not really "eye catching" like some of these pillow diamond engagement rings you see these days. I was impressed that this little girl could appreciate it's simple beauty. Last but not least, in my dance class just this week I was bringing the girls over to our station to do our bar routine (which by the way is a level 1 USA Gymnastics routine aka my 3 and 4 year olds are doing REAL gymnastics) I was having a hard time convincing *Lilli to play along. I asked her why she didn't want to do the routine and she said "I'm having a bad day". I thought she was doing rather well actually but to her it was a bad day. I wondered if this was something her mom told her or if she thought it up herself. Kids really do say the darndest things.
As I left the gym the other day I decided I was having a bad day. I left and locked the place, headed into my car, and tried to check my phone. I couldn't find it anywhere. I searched through my bag and found nothing. I decided I needed to go back into the gym, get the phone there, and call my cell. Well, I got back out to my car and heard it ring. I searched my bag again but no luck. As I was digging around I found my rasberry chocolate bar that I got from a dance recital the night before. I have been substituting for a friends performing class where she teaches song and dance. It's been an AWESOME gig and they performed really well. I digress. So, at the end of the performance the owner of the studio gave the teachers Ghiradelli chocolate to thank us for our hard work. Well, mine melted in my bag!!! Still no luck with the phone. So, I emptied the contents of my bag on the passenger seat and finally found it. I went back into the gym and locked everything up...again...and headed on my way.
I was just pulling onto center street in Orem and I realized my car was running on fumes. I had to get to a service station and quick! So I pulled into Will's Pit stop which is on the way back to Provo and only got a gallon of gas. Prices are rising now that we're closer to the summer. I just needed to get to the next, more reasonably priced, station. As I pulled onto the street a car rounded the corner and honked up a storm at me. As far as I could tell he was the one speeding. Geez. So, I'm continuing my drive home and all of a sudden this big SUV slows to the speed of a small turtle and pulls into a doctors office without even signalling. ARRRGH! I slammed my breaks and everything that I had just dumped out of my bag (in the search for my phone) went flying down to the floor of the passenger side. Now that's just annoying. By the time I got to my street I decided that this was just a bad day. I looked at the clock to calculate what I was going to do with my afternoon. I realized it had only been about 15 minutes since I left work. Thus, I decided that it was only a bad 15 minutes and that the rest of my day was going to be awesome. It was. :)
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