At lunch time today.
“Ms. Welton I am going to marry K,” C says with a smile. “And St. is too.”
K looks at me with a boyish grin. Well, he IS boyish and has a baby face because he is still 5. So he is probably just doing his normal grin.
“K can only marry one person. K you know you only can choose one right?” I say as more and more girls hear what we are talking about at our end of the lunch table and exclaim they will marry K too.
K nods. Another grin.
“Well, I am going to marry D,” Si. tells me. “You know why? Because K won’t kiss me.”
“No one should be kissing.” The practical teacher in me explains.
“You’re right. I should marry K and we can kiss at the wedding!” Si sighs loudly.
I don’t have dramatic students. At. All.
One hour after lunch. “Ms. Welton! Si. kissed D ON THE LIPS.” (Guess she changed her mind about marrying K and waiting to kiss until her wedding.)
My girls just waiting for their prince… (Halloween 2013)