I had a little boy in my class one year who had a difficult time following directions. Our class went to the local Children's Museum. He was not staying with the group so I called him over and sentenced him to the ultimate punishment of holding my hand instead of climbing on the displays.
We had gone through several rooms when he looked up at me adoringly and said, "This is just like a date, isn't it?"
I let go of his hand.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
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