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Herding Puppies

Have you ever had a dream where you were herding puppies, But they were piling on each other, licking, and lollygagging, Laughing, and giggling, and incessantly playing? Have you wished perpetually to dance, and color, and sing, and play All day long? Do you understand that children want love More than food or water or air? Do you get excited about silly stuff? Can you tell jokes? Do you know what a riddle is? Can you put all your sarcasm on a stove burner and burn it up? Do you like to dance? To sing? To skip? To hop? Would you like to dress in a bunny suit and read a story, as a bunny? Do you respect and love children? Do they amuse you? Can you be amused without making fun of them? Congratulations. You, my dear, are a kindergarten teacher.

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Date: 10/20/2018 1:26:00 PM
That's another adorable one. Well done.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/20/2018 2:18:00 PM
Seriously, if you took this and passed, we may have an opening.
Date: 10/16/2018 10:26:00 PM
I had to laugh when I reached the end! ;D (You know I said yes to nearly all of these....)
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/16/2018 10:32:00 PM
I know you did; I suspected this about you all along, Rhona.
Date: 10/16/2018 10:09:00 PM
Ofcourse!Because I have a kindergartner at home,my daughter to whom I could easily relate to.Lovely write up Caren!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/16/2018 10:33:00 PM
There is nothing as wonderful as having a kindergartener at home! Nothing!
Date: 10/16/2018 2:18:00 PM
Sweet write Caren! :))
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/16/2018 3:15:00 PM
I wrote this in honor of some of my favorite teachers who love to herd puppies. I, myself am afraid of the sensitive five and six year olds who cry for no apparent reason, and whisper the reason so softly you cannot help them.

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