Some Kind of Initiation

Been subbing as an assistant in one of the classes at DW's preschool. Delightful.  The preschool teachers are amazing women who answer tough questions, wipe noses, fill glue bottles, and read stories all at the same time. One of the best things about teaching is that you never stop learning and you're steeped in the environment of the inquisitive.  I would never have thought to ask, as one child did, "What time of day do lizards hatch out of their eggs?"

At my age I take lizard eggs for granted.  Actually, I don't think about them at all.

Day 1 went rather smoothly.  I managed to learn all of the names, not too hard since half the girls have the same name. 

Day 2 was interesting.  They taught me a new song, a silly song, with extremely silly motions. The kind of song most adults would not be caught dead performing.  Halfway through the song I looked around and realized that I was being watched closely.  Would this woman actually follow along and do every single crazy thing the song called for?

They don't know me.   I can Hokey Pokey with the best of them.

So I gave it everything I had: thumbs up, arms back, feet apart, knees together, bottom up, tongue out, eyes closed, and turn around.

Afterward half the class wanted to sit next to me.  I'd passed some kind of initiation.