Oh thank God, it's not just my two

There they were, Mutt and Jeff. Two little kindergartener's standing in the doorway of the office, lost. I asked them where they should be and like any well informed student of that age they said, "we don't know." I laughed at myself for even asking such a question and decided to help them find the rest of their class. How they became separated from the rest of the group is beyond me. There is only about 5-6 thousand of these little guys in the kindergarten team.

We head down the hall, just us three on our great search. Talking, giggling and just plain having fun in the moment. (oh, to be FIVE again) As we pass each "specials" room ( music, gym etc.) My new friend Mutt, would peek in the door window to see what he could see. We arrive at the end of the hall were the Art room is located with Mrs. Routolo. Mutt glances in the window and I asked him "is your class in there?" He smiles big and says "No. This is Mrs. Retardos class, where we have Art." Hoo-LEE COW! Well, I come unglued with laughter and didn't know what else to do but kneel down and give him the biggest squeeze. This came immediately following my taking off his shirt and turning it around the right way. Mutt, what a sweet boy. You just gotta love these guys.

We locate the rest of the 5 thousand assembled in an empty classroom for a program. The boys hugged me and got lost in the crowd.


“I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like child stringing beads in kindergarten, - happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another."

-Brenda Ueland