Oh, the one means I’m communicating via my phone @Magical_Muggle. For some weird reason I couldn’t log in with my existing information so I had to make a whole new account.
Thanks you all.
In the afternoon I had yet another non English speaking kid, plus he was a little on the slow side. At one point I was chatting with the kids, who were on the carpet, trying to keep them preoccupied while the aids were getting something ready, and we started talking about our favorite color. The kids “took turns” telling me (HA! There is virtually no such thing as “taking turns” with that age group!) then I went over and sat next to the Spanish speaking kids, and via the translator was able to ask him what his favorite color was. He pointed to the color blue on an area of the rug. :D And he smiled.
I woke up this morning with a sinking heart, though. It hit me that the morning boy, who really grabbed my heart, would be walking in today, maybe expecting to see ME again. Hell, it was his second day. For all he knew the regular teacher was the sub and I was the regular teacher. We became such good friends. Now I wished I thought to grab Mom as he was leaving, and ask her to explain that today he would be back to his “regular” teacher.
These are the things that bug me at night when I can’t sleep. “I should have…”