Boost to the Self-Esteem

When I first started working at the current daycare, one of the little girls in my class couldn't remember my name. She knew it ended with "-ber." Her mom told me a couple of weeks ago that in their house, I'm known as "Miss September."

I know, right?

Is it just me...

...or is there something slightly obscene about this drawing?

I had given my class red, yellow, and green materials to make pictures of apples this week to go along with our Farmer's Market theme, and this is the drawing that one of my girls came up with. Very thought-provoking piece of art, no?

Sometimes they surprise you

"Ms Amber, do monster trucks have monsters inside them?"

Eww. Just. Eww.

This story is not for the faint of heart. Those with weak constitutions should avoid reading this post. You have been warned.

This afternoon I was out on the playground with my class when one little 3-year-old ran up to me to tell me "I pooped." Yes, in his pants. Less than 10 minutes after I sent him to the bathroom to try to potty before recess.

So I get all of my little ducks in a line and take the class inside to deal with the issue. I send the little boy into the bathroom and get his extra clothes out of his cubby. It took less than 30 seconds.

In that amount of time, the child had pulled down his pants, stuck his finger in the poo, and pulled a chunk out to show me. Oh. My. Goodness. Children are nasty.