I have failed you somehow.
Tomorrow is field trip day. We're going to the big park that has a kiddie train for them to ride. After tomorrow, they will be able to die happy because all their dreams will have come true. You can't even imagine how excited the little guys have been.
Every day, they ask me "Is today the day we go on the trip? Do we see the train TODAY??" And every day for weeks, I have said "Not yet!" and we have gone to the calendar to count the days and talked about what we're going to do and what we'll see. For WEEKS.
And today, as we were lining up for bus hall, I said "Tomorrow is the field trip! Who's excited?" In the immediate screams of "Me! MEEEE!!!" one of the children, the oldest one in class even, looked at me all bug-eyed and said, "What? Where are we going?"
I've worked with this grade level long enough that I'm not usually rendered speechless, but I just had to stare at this one for a minute. Because, wow. Really? Wow.
Every day, they ask me "Is today the day we go on the trip? Do we see the train TODAY??" And every day for weeks, I have said "Not yet!" and we have gone to the calendar to count the days and talked about what we're going to do and what we'll see. For WEEKS.
And today, as we were lining up for bus hall, I said "Tomorrow is the field trip! Who's excited?" In the immediate screams of "Me! MEEEE!!!" one of the children, the oldest one in class even, looked at me all bug-eyed and said, "What? Where are we going?"
I've worked with this grade level long enough that I'm not usually rendered speechless, but I just had to stare at this one for a minute. Because, wow. Really? Wow.