Handsome Cupcake

The pure joy and innocence of  four year old girls never ceases to put a smile on my face. They all are individuals, some girls' favorite movie is "Frozen" while others enjoy "Spiderman", but they all share some common notions on certain subjects.

At work on Friday, four girls and I gathered at a round table for snack. We were all happily enjoy our chips and salsa when a woman who use to help in the classroom gave us a phone call. She wanted to announce that she had gotten married and is now expecting. When the girls at my table heard this news they were astounded.

" Ahhhhh! Sarah is married now, did you know that," one of them exclaimed.

With a serious, yet halfway dreamy face, another replied, " Yeah, and she even got to kiss her handsome prince." This statement was followed by giggles all around the table.

" Ewww!" One curly haired girl exclaimed, " I don't want to EVER kiss a boy, so I'm not going to get married."

I exchanged an amused look with the teacher at the table closest to mine, but didn't say anything.

All of the other girls quickly agreed with her as she continued, " I will kiss a handsome cupcake, but never a boy."

Despite my efforts, my laughter rolled out in cheerful bursts.

All of the schoolgirls looked at me quizzically. Then a smile slowly crept onto the curly haired girls face. " What I said was funny wasn't it ?" she inquired and the whole table erupted in another round of giggles.

                         


Oh, and I forgot about preforming an act of kindness, however, I analyzed my actions and decided that the closest thing would be that I stayed late at one of my college classes when a classmate asked for an extra review on their essay. I don't know how helpful it was but it counts as kind, right?


P.S. For the sake of confidentiality, I changed "Sarah's" name.

The Girl Inside

On first impression some people might call me childish. They would be right, but you know what? It doesn't bother me one iota. When I get old and gray, I still want to be known as the girl with the contagious, girlish giggle, the one who still chases butterflies, plays with Playdough, and draws stick figures.(That last one is only because I don't have the patience to learn how to draw.)

I'm always striving to please others, this blog will be where I draw the line. I'm going to post what I want to, so what if only one person reads it and thinks its lame. I don't want to lose "me" looking for someone who doesn't exist.

I said all that because I want my main focus on this blog to be expressing the kid inside. It's that small part of us that never grew up and never will. It's the thing that makes your heart jump when you see a shooting star. It is that irresistible urge to swing on the swings or to splash  through the mud puddles.

 I have been blessed with all of this "kid-ness" because I work in the preschool room at a daycare. I can't credit it all to the kids in the class, (I was born with an extra large quantity of child I think) but when you spend several hours a day with three to five-year olds, you get an extra dose of sunshine.

Before I get too carried away with explaining how childish I am, I had better end the post, but I wanted to challenge all of you (my hypothetical readers) to do something nice for someone this week.  It doesn't have to be something huge it could be just smiling at a stranger, holding the door for someone, or even buying a family member or co-worker coffee. I'll do it too, and let you know how it goes in my next post. (In a few days I hope.)