I'm counting down now - 11 working days 'til retirement, and I'm starting to think about things I will miss. One of the things I will miss is occasional conversations with children in our Day School. A little girl today proudly showed off her new backpack and spoke at some length about her new Barbie doll. Eventually she got around to mentioning that yesterday was her birthday and now she's 5! Later in the day, I was walking past one of our kitchens as a gaggle of 3-year olds came out of the kitchen each carrying a cup or bowl of ice and following their teacher like a row of little ducks. They were marveling at how cold it was and how it couldn't spill, pretty cool. Their teacher was talking with them about how cold it is in the Arctic.
These conversations I will miss, but the ones that happen in the rest room - not so much. Questions like "Watchyadoin?" as I'm coming out of a stall or washing my hands tend to leave me less than charmed. I've taken to making up answers like "I'm rowing a boat to China." or "I'm in a rocket flying to the moon." I do get some strange looks but at least I get some fun out of it.
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