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I have not mentioned before, but Gentry and I are part of a preschool swap thing. He is gone for an hour and a half every Monday and Wednesday. For this I pay the price of having to teach once a month. Not bad really, except that it is not really once a month. It is twice every other month. Still not bad right?

Except, who sends their children to preschool with boogers smeared clear across their face. “How nice to see you!” I say, then shut the door and vomit on all offending slime covered children. “Come get a kleenex and wipe your face please,” I say. More boogers are added to the dense sludge cake. Must run to bathroom to vomit a little more.

AND THEN! Then I have to wipe some other persons nose and hands and get all offending boogers out of the house. Which gets me all a twitching in my eye.

Then while the nice little girls are singing songs, there are two boys acting like beached whales on my couch. All flopping and groaning and leaking saliva. Only one of these boys was mine and I am not the sweet teacher or the kind and gentle mother. I am the mean one with the ruler and the board with the holes and I swatted them hard. Or being translated, I put them in opposite corners and made them have a timeout so we girls could continue singing about stars and buses and farmers.

I eventually gave up with teaching these pre-pubescent pre-kindergarten pre-potty trained toddlers anything and turned on the tv and we watched Super Why. I knew the tv would turn them nearly comatose and that is a state of toddlerhood I rather enjoy, especially when there are 6 of them here.