Country livin'

I love the small home town country school where I work. The families come from humble means and the children are down to earth. They are polite, kind and so sweet. The preschoolers continually make me laugh with their antics, especially the things they say.

I was in the older preschool classroom talking with a little boy we had the previous year:

Me:  How have you been? Hows your mom and her boyfriend?
Boy: Um, he's mad at my mom and my mom is mad at him so they're broke up...... Oh, I probably    shouldn't have told you that.

Me: Do you remember being in my class?
Boy: Yeah, I like your class better than this one.

Sitting in a circle with the children we'll pass a mirror around as we sing an introductory song using everyone's first and last name. It goes as follows:

"Who's come to school today Saimi, Saimi, who's come to school today Saimi........(this is where we would sing the last name.
When asking the kids what my last name is one little guy pipped up and shouted, "Grandma!"

Another one of our boys has one pace......slow. He's our poky preschooler where I'm continually encouraging him to......'chop, chop' with the clap of my hands.

After entering the bus he was taking his time climbing onto the seat so I began to clap my hands. I asked him if he knew what that meant.

His reply: Chop, chop.

Couldn't pass the opportunity to snap a picture of this as I was leaving. Gotta love country folks.