So I am just sitting at my desk, minding my own business like usual. I am looking at my computer when I hear a commotion out in the hall. It is not a super loud one, just a normal, 'I am done with therapy and now preparing to leave' commotion. Next thing I know an eight year old boy (not the smallest 8 year old I have ever seen either) is running straight towards me.
Now in my defense the majority of the children I am around every day are super nice, outgoing, talkative and tell me all about their days, how pretty I am (yes I did get this once, but am writing it like it is an every day occurrence for my self esteem boost), what they are coloring, etc. Because of this, my first impression is that this little guy is coming at me to try to give me a hug. Boy was I wrong.
His arms were outstretched and ready for that hug and then the last minute adjustment left him with his fat little hands around my little neck, squeezing, chocking, strangling, whatever you want to call it. It all happened so fast, but fast enough to leave my poor little neck sore for the next few days and me startled a good one.
So if you would like the update on how I like my new job so far my answer to you is.....I got strangled by a decent size 8 year old who knew what he was doing about a month into it.....does that about sum it up? :)
Now in my defense the majority of the children I am around every day are super nice, outgoing, talkative and tell me all about their days, how pretty I am (yes I did get this once, but am writing it like it is an every day occurrence for my self esteem boost), what they are coloring, etc. Because of this, my first impression is that this little guy is coming at me to try to give me a hug. Boy was I wrong.
His arms were outstretched and ready for that hug and then the last minute adjustment left him with his fat little hands around my little neck, squeezing, chocking, strangling, whatever you want to call it. It all happened so fast, but fast enough to leave my poor little neck sore for the next few days and me startled a good one.
So if you would like the update on how I like my new job so far my answer to you is.....I got strangled by a decent size 8 year old who knew what he was doing about a month into it.....does that about sum it up? :)
9 comments:
I just laughed out loud. Love it. Firstly, I think it's fine to write it as if the kids tell you you're pretty all the time, because I'm sure they think it but are usually to shy to tell you out loud. Secondly, this made me think of the scene in ELF where Buddy thinks the 'little person' is an elf and coming to hug him. :) Thirdly, I'm so glad that your new job can provide such great comic relief! Keep it coming!
Frak, there's a 'to' in my comment that should be 'too' . . . and I just couldn't let it sit there without making some attempt to acknowledge/fix it.
ha haha!!! That's hilarious. Crazy kid!! Did you strangle him back? :)
Oh my gosh! That's crazy! Where do you work?
hello... hapi blogging... have a nice day! just visiting here....
I think it's time for a little update you two!! :)
I was going to say how terrifying your job sounds...and then I read Chelsys comment and now I am suspicious and demanding information!!!!
TERRI!!! I had a dream last night that you were pregnant. It was really wierd... but I've had a lot of wierd dreams since I've become pregnant!!
OR.... maybe it was revelation :)
I meant wEIrd. Apparently, since I've become pregnant, I've also lost my ability to spell :)
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