As I pull up in front of the house, eager eyes appear through the fogged up window wiped clear with excited hands.
A big smile welcomes me as the door is whipped open.
A little confusion in the happy eyes as to why I the teacher is in her the students home.
The ramblings begin….this is dog…he’s silly, I have toys, come play a game, my brother is at school, dad left for work, come see my room, we had a squirrel stuck in there (as she points to the pantry) dad got him out, we can do yoga like at school and she goes through all the positions.
Her mom gently tries to calm her down and apologizes for her energy but she is just being herself and I give mom a reassuring smile that everything is perfectly fine.
I open my enormous red and black plaid bag full of activities and she quickly focuses on the ones she wants to do. We play, cut, color, complete puzzles, sort, count, write, read, converse, and finish with a game of Zingo!
A gentle hug and quick goodbye as the door slowly closes.
Bright cheerful eyes return to the window and two hands feverishly wave as I pull out of the driveway.