The little hand swipes across the nose.
The nose is wet and red and caked.
She giggles.
The hand waves.
The hand grabs.
The hand cups her mouth as she whispers in his ear.
He laughs. She smiles.
The hand “high fives”.
The hand pats his back as they hug and jump.
A marble passes between them.
Her fingers swipe his as they part ways.
He comes home to me.
Sleepy hands meet sleepy eyes.
His hand caresses my face.
Stories and pinky swears…
the goodnight kiss of death.
Such is the dance
of the preschool petri dish.
Oh I dread preschool. So much.
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Think of it this way… the Immune system is like any other organ. If you want it strong and tough you gotta challenge it. That is why there is preschool.
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So true, but not any easier to digest! I love how this post is like a poem. It gives it the dramatic effect of a scary movie LOL
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Hey there! This is my first comment here so I just wanted to give a quick shout out and say I really enjoy reading your posts.
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gross!
I absolutely h-word that my kids are petri dishes.
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