all you do is play

Anybody could teach kindergarten my husband said Why don’t you try it suggested his wife, Mrs. Ned. So he signed up to sub, and went running in. Pretty soon he had kindergarteners pulling on his chin. Stop that! He yelped. That is my beard, and it hurts. The urchins giggled and pinched him and threw on him dirts. He ran out screaming and brought the principal back in. Don’t expect me to help you, he told him. They tickle my chin. The two men together sat in the corner bawling away. As the happy kindergarteners danced around them that day. The good news is that Mr. Ned never again did say “Go to school, honey, where all you do is play.”