A Great Day

Today was a great day.

First, it was Wednesday.  My favorite day.

Second, it was early dismissal.  But let’s be clear.  As I’ve said before, early dismissal just means we get out an hour early.  I don’t think we should be calling it early out day.  Or early dismissal.  Or early anything.  It’s just an hour.  And the kids still go home in the afternoon.  So it’s not early.  It’s afternoon.  Well into the afternoon.

But I’ll take it.  Don’t go getting any ideas.

Third, I had a celebrity visit my classroom.

Yep.

No, not the celebrity related to the identical twin boys in my class.  Not that celebrity, dang it.  

Nope.

This was even bigger.

Ready?

Are you sitting down?

Miss Kindergarten came to my classroom today.

MISS KINDERGARTEN!

THE Hadar!

If you had told me a year ago at this time that Hadar would be visiting my classroom, I would have done three things.
First, I would have just taken a sip of my wine, (Because surely I would have been relaxing with my feet up on the coffee table, as I often do.) and I would have been in such complete shock that I inevitably would have spit the wine out all over you.  In a ladylike manner, but still.  Shock and awe and all that.  (And then we would have had to clean you up a little.)
Then, I would have said, “Shut the front door.”  (That’s my go-to saying, along with “Shut up!” but I don’t really want you to shut up — I want you to go on and tell me every.single.thing.and.don’t.leave.anything.out.)
And then, I would have said, “She doesn’t even know who I am.”
But guess what?
She does know who I am!
And now we’re BBFFs!
And she came to my classroom!
Talk about intimidating!  I felt nervous.  I felt like I was being observed.  Really.  For schizzle.
But then she gave one of the identical twin boys a math test that he missed so I kinda forgot she was there for awhile.
And then I went to recess duty on the blacktop that is ten degrees hotter than anywhere else in the land of the living while she stayed in the air conditioning and glued All About Me books for me.  Did you know that she’s one smart cookie?  
Then, (because I haven’t used that word enough in this post) then, we went to Chick Fil A.  I treated.  I mean, it’s the least I could do.  And I am nothing if not a big spender.  (And that girl can eat.  She got 8 {EIGHT!} chicken nuggets.  And one dipping sauce.  And a whole coke.  I know.  It cost me an arm and a leg, but what are you going to do?  Next time, I’ll let her order and then decide if I’m treating based on that.  Now who’s one smart cookie?)
Last, she watched my kids come in from a non-recess lunch in which they were loud hooligans with ants, spiders, lizards, and possibly mice in their pants.  That was fun.
I taught a little bit of math.
She got to hear one of the twins say the number ten.
Tin. 
Tiin.  With two syllables.
Do I talk about the twins too much?  They’re just too darn funny.  I can’t help it.  
For example, at the end of the day, one of them said, “Teacher, I forgot to tell you something.  You look good like that today.”
Except he didn’t say it in two sentences.  It took about fourteen.  Lots of “Teacher, teacher . . . um, teacher . . . I . . . I . . . teacher, you . . . I forgot . . . teacher . . . ”  
I seriously have the patience of a saint and deserve a candy bar of my choice.
Anywho . . . she left after math.  I had to stay.  Ho-hum.  Like I said, early dismissal — notsomuch.
But what a great day.  
Miss Kindergarten in my room . . . who would have thought?
Certainly not me.