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My Favourite Colour is PInk

"Teacher Teacher Pink Please!"

During an exercise in kindergarten class today, I was handing out sheets of 'long' paper and 'short' paper, meant to be specifically to be pasted onto a head as 'long hair' and 'short hair'.

This, my friends, is the complex workings that go on during my day. Cutting up pieces of paper to ensure we have both 'long' and 'short' and that the little kiddies can understand the difference.

There was one little child who was frantic - and adamant - that I made sure pink was made available.

Sounds normal enough, although the child was boy.

Helooked up into my eyes, pleading for 'pink please, pink'.

And I just couldn't help but smile and think of my brother.

Because when he was little, his favorite color was pink. And I think that perhaps when my father might have given up hope that he would one day play for the NFL.

Although, I never did see my brother use the colour pink to draw hearts around the picture with the 'long hair/short hair' pieces. Which is what this little boy did, right after he admiringly smiled down at his handiwork and asked for some 'more pink please'.

Well, at least he said please. And in English.

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Elizabeth said…
that is ADORABLE!!!! i can picture a couple of mine doing the same... awwww....

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