PM is petrified at the site of kids.
There is really no rhyme and reason in trying to put together PM and small children. There is something about the way they stare, the way they talk, the way they move that makes me squirm. Clearly, I cannot understand them.
I remember going to church with my sisters and sitting on a row that has empty seats. Three giddy, tiny kids sat next to me and I just felt horror sinking on my stomach. Luckily, they left after a minute or two. They must’ve felt my shivering frame and got scared.
After the mass piapot told me, she and my two other sisters were also horror struck when the kids sat next to me, but in a different way – they wanted to tell the kids with urgency, “Run, run! run for your life!”
Yesterday, PM was being a good nurse and spreading the word against A(H1N1) since there has been confirmed cases here in our province. I had to speak to so many kids, interrupt their classes and conduct health teaching sessions.
When I entered the first room, the kids were silent and staring. I wanted to pass out. But I can’t so I proceeded with what has to be done, over and over, room after room, with kids ranging from 4 years old to 12.
Normally I should be dead by now. But what do you know? I am not and I actually enjoyed talking to them this time. It is indeed very surprising, albeit a little disturbing too. But I guess, it is because of the quality of the kids I was with yesterday. I never thought I would say this in my entire life but they were ‘perfect little angels’. Hmmm… I think it has a lot to do with the fact that they go to a private school that really focuses on their proper growth and development. I should know, my FairyGodMommyFe runs and owns the school.
I guess what I am trying to say is I really had fun with the kids yesterday. Because of that, I think I should check out if pigs has grown wings by now.