Boys...again

Well, I should be completely fair and say that I'm sure part of the reason that Abbie can have her pick of the boys in her class right now, is the girls are few and far between. There is only one other regular attender and one that comes every so often.

At any rate, it is insanely cute to hear all those little guys chanting "Abbie" every morning when we walk in to daycare. And now they all seem to know I am associated with Abbie, so if they see me without Abbie, they still point at me and say "Abbie", as if they need to know what I have done with her.

I went to pick Abbie up on Tuesday and she was the only girl with about 7 little boys, and two of them came up to me while I was knealing down to greet Abbie. One of them was just grinning, but the other one was acting like he wanted me to pick him up. He eventually started reaching for me, so I told him, "Oh, no, I cannot take you home with me. I will get in trouble with your mommy!"

(I should tell you that after 4 p.m., Abbie's class and the two-year-old class get grouped together, so I'm always amazed to hear the vocabulary on the older kids.)

Then, one of the older boys stands up and says, "Me. Me. I can go. I won't get it trouble." I don't even know that boy's name, but he will be trouble, I can already tell.

I giggled all the way to the car while Abbie just gave me that wrinkled-brow look.