One of my favorite kids in the class came up to me and stuck out his wrist. I had no earthly idea what he wanted, but kids often try to communicate sans words. This is a welcome change from the ones who often talk to see how loud they can get or just to make my ears bleed.
So this kiddo with his wrist out just stands there and looks at me and I start to giggle. He's quirky, highly intelligent, and loves to hold my hand. It only took him 7 months to warm up to me, but a while back she started letting me in and I love it. He's all hard on the outside but soft in the middle. Like the perfect chocolate chip cookie. Do you see how I can always bring everything back to food?
Kiddo standing...wrist out...both giggling...7:40am...and I manage to say, "Use some words, please." and he says, "Smell." I would normally be a little wary of smelling a kid's arm -or any other part of their body, and believe me, they ask- but this kid is clean and cute so I took a whiff.
He was the perfect mixture of cologne and syrup (oddly enough). It actually smelled good. He unnecessarily told me that he put on dad's cologne and had waffles for breakfast. Mmmmm!
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