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Real Real Cookies

The five-year-old with his little dwarfish face refused to talk for a full eight minutes. Until the speech teacher who wanted to hear him speak left, then he began to jabber. I like to make real real cookies. I smiled. What are they? They are hot. I make them with grandma. How do you make them? I don’t know. Do you use a bowl? Sometimes. What do you put in there? He is playing with a bunch of plastic animals, ignoring me. For about two minutes. Butter, chocolate and other stuff, he says, finally. He looks up and smiles. A co-conspirator in this conversation. I smile. And my cat helps, he says. What is your cat’s name? Rebel. What kind of cat? One with eyes. Okay. Big? No. Giggle. Not a monster cat! Laugh. We grin at each other. It is always fun to start the day with an engaging five-year-old. I shall never retire.

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M. L. Kiser

Date: 9/12/2018 5:29:00 AM

Love this: "And my cat helps, he says." Sounds like me as a kid. Five year olds are indeed fun, as are four year olds. Always providing unique wisdom, they see the world so profoundly. A great erad.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/12/2018 5:30:00 AM

Thank you M.L. I have so much to write as I play with children all week long, and on the weekends. The only time I do not have them, my dog and husband act like them, which helps me get through my weeknights.

Ilene Bauer

Date: 9/11/2018 5:23:00 PM

your students are very lucky to have you, caren! it's so wonderful to read of your delight in them...

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/11/2018 6:05:00 PM

Ilene, I am writing the whole time I am playing with them, and none of them notice. They are so happy, and I with them.