I'm working with the Kindergarten Enrichment program again this year. I didn't want to do it again but Sarah asked if I was going to "be in her class this year like you were in Peter's last year?" How could I say no to that?
Every Wednesday morning I assist another mom in teaching Spanish to all 5 kindergarten classes. And if you recall from last year when I wrote about helping out, I don't speak Spanish. I took French in high school. Luckily at this stage of the game it's pretty easy to keep ahead of them.
As we were sitting in a circle going through the numbers 1 - 10 in Spanish, I glanced around the circle and noticed one boy absentmindedly pulling his finger out of his nose.
And stuck to that finger was a big ole booger. And I say stuck because it was not a dry flaky one. It was a wet sticky stretchy one.
You know the kind I'm talking about.
And before I could even utter the words "Go get a Kleenex!" his finger immediately traveled from his nose to his mouth.
My eyes widened in horror and I felt my stomach lurch.
I sat still, silent and motionless. The damage was already done. Nothing could be gained at this point by interrupting the Spanish lesson and reprimanding and embarrassing this boy.
So I remained criss-cross applesauce on the floor with the kids trying not to throw up into the circle.
And the little boy continued counting...uno, dos, tres, quatro, cinco.... completely unaware that I had witnessed his indiscretion. Heck - I'm sure he was completely unaware that he had even committed an indiscretion!
But it gets worse.
Not only did I witness this one kid pick and eat a booger, I witnessed ANOTHER KID from another class do the exact same thing. And once again it all happened so fast I didn't have a chance to stop it.
But the woman I work with is more astute and quicker-witted than I am because right in the middle of the number review in yet another class I heard her scream, "Noooooooooooooo! Don't put that on the carpet! Get a Kleenex!"
And she wasn't quite fast enough either because I looked over just in time to see this boy wiping his picker-finger onto the carpet.
TRES MOCOS. That's THREE BOOGERS in one morning!
Next week before we review the numbers in Spanish I think we need to review MOCOS and KLEENEX and how nicely the two go together.