Working in a preschool is...

Having the kids spend five minutes tying you to a support pillar with a pink feather boa and "handcuffing" you with an apron, then being handed two plastic potatoes to hold and being told, very seriously, "You have potatoes now, so it's okay."

Some recent gems, courtesy of my students.

[Overheard during playtime, while two kids were "speaking on the phone" with each other]:

"I am in Estonia. And I am busy."

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( In which we learn what happens when you let kids mess around with karaoke, or possible Guitar Hero: )

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