School Days and Preschool Days, Too:
A treasury of anecdotes culled from my work and play as a preschool worker and an elementary school after- school activities supervisor




     A cute, blonde three year old proudly told me one day, "I know how to count up to thirty-one!"
      "You do?" I replied. "Let's hear you!"
      The little girl joyfully proceeded. She was pretty accurate, too, though I'm not sure I'd go to her as my bank teller.
      "That was very good!" I said. "Now I'll teach you how to count up to thirty-two!" She agreed—somewhat reluctantly, it seemed—and we did it.
      From then on, every day when I'd see her in the play yard, I'd tell her, "Today I'm going to teach you..." and I'd add one number. It got to be a running joke between us—literally, as she'd usually be running from one end of the play yard to the other when I'd shout my proposal.
    After the first couple days she would no longer say "ok". Instead, she'd smile or laugh and shake her head. I always went up a number, anyway, for my next offer, as though she had agreed to the previous one.
     Last Thursday, when I told her, "Today I'm going to teach you to count to thirty-eight!" she actually got out of her little posse of horses, or whatever it was, running along the sidewalk, came over to me, and shouted to me in no uncertain terms,

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