There are some days in Kindergarten that I really think, I love this job. Others, not so much. Luckily for me, and my devoted blog-readers, today was a day of loving my job.
During center time today, it was "my birthday" in home living. When I was told it was time, I came over, had all sorts of food put in front of me, a baby put into my arms, and happy birthday sang to me. Then, after "eating" a potato, waffle, cupcakes, butter(yes, pure butter), and lettuce to name a few (don't worry, they were plastic), I was approached by a "doctor" and told I was sick. Then, the "nurse" said, "well, you are pregnant Miss Laskowski." I went along with this as the doctor was taking my temperature and about to give me a shot. As the doc put the shot up to my stomach, she said "well, now you really are pregnant."
So, now you have it, folks. That is how babies are made. By a shot in the stomach. I will let my precious babies think that as long as they want.
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