Sorry I'm getting a little lazy on updating the blog. It's been a combination of writer's block, being busy, and just not too many interesting things going on. Well I guess interesting as far as I see it. But I hope to make it up to you all with this blog post, please enjoy.
I guess the best story I have for you all this time is about my day teaching preschool. The volunteers wanted to take the mothers out for an appreciation breakfast for mother's day. That left Mike and I being substitute teachers for the preschool. Luckily there are only three little boys that we are in charge of that it wasn't that big of deal, nothing to worry about right? The morning started off great. We tried singing some songs (not so great), reading some books, and going over the days of the week. Then we did an art project that Sam taught me, which is putting a piece of paper into a box, dipping some marbles into paint, putting those marbles in the box, and then shaking the box all around. It creates a modern work of art if you will. After that was snack time and recess time.
Something that you should know at this point which adds a little interest to the plot is that all three kids are going through some potty training. So about every five minutes 45 seconds we have a kid saying that they need to go potty and go sit on the little plastic toilet over in the corner. Recess time was winding down and one of the kids had to go poop, I had to go back and help him with that while Mike took the other two kids back to the classroom. After he was done we walked back to the classroom and I saw a panicked looking Mike. He said "Kevin, we got a situation here..." and I knew that things were about to get ugly quick. "Jose Luis is missing and Alejandro just crapped all over the place." I had to act quick to keep the situation from escalating, relying purely on impulse I dash out of the room to find Jose Luis, I encountered him banging on some big plastic water bottles under the stairwell. Ok, child is safe, now what. I bring him back to the room and Mike is looking a little flustered. I look down at Alejandro who looks back at me with big sad brown eyes, then I look at the floor, the plastic toilet, his pants, his shoes, his underwear...everything was indeed covered in crap. "Really? There's only five minutes left and this had to happen" I thought to myself as I pulled up Alejandro's pants for the time being. We walked back to his house where we had to clean him up and change his clothes. I couldn't find his clean underwear so he just went commando under some clean overalls. While he was changing I took his dirty underwear and washed it out in the sink, that was gross if you were wondering. As we walked out of the house together all nice and clean one of the older girls spotted us and informed me that those were his Sunday overalls and he shouldn't be wearing them during the week. So at this point I was a little frustrated so I handed him over to the older girl and told her to find his clothes then because those were the only ones I found.
When I returned to the room Mike was still cleaning the floor with a roll of paper towels and some 409 type of cleaner. We just kind of looked at each other and sighed. The mom's got back about five minutes later and so we happily dropped the kids back at home and it was Mike who summed up the situation by saying, "I think I'm going to go wash my hands for about an hour."