principal, we have a problem...

but it's really just the cutest problem. (:

i may have a student with a little crush on me.

he's really the sweetest thing.

so rather than dedicating a post to the students who--

spit their tongues at me, tell me NO, MYOB!-(mind your own buiznass) and whatnot,

i am much happier to share a post about this little guy.

"you look nice today" he said walking into class today with that big two-front-teeth-just-grew-in smile. which definitely took me aback because since i was teaching my older classes the cha cha slide i was sporting sweats today and had my hair pulled back in a bun o top mah head..

he's just a little second grader and seems to be smitten with music class, or so i thought.

today he shuffles in and as i ask them to sit in a circle he squeezes through the other boys and girls and sits down right next to me with the biggest, most pleased grin on his face.

i have 900+ students so i am still working on the mastering of names,

but

when i called out his name he taps his little finger on my leg and says, "i'm right here teacher" with the sweetest little blush on his face.

as i am explaining what we would be doing for the class he rests his little hand on my thigh...

(i am sitting in a chair in the circle as they are all sitting criss-cross applesauce on the floor)

i just kind of chuckled inside, because really, as sweet and innocent as it was, it was a little ...awkward...

"awkward is only as awkward as you make it....." ya, ya, ya, well how do you go about getting out of a situation like that without hurting the poor little man's feelings???

so i just stood up and went to my desk to pass out the papers that i wasn't quite planning to pass out for another 30-some minutes.

i sit back down and start singing/modeling the song we would be singing,

[i love the mountains], which i have many kids try singing to the tune--- [i love to see the temple] (:

as i am singing he is just sitting, staring up at me with the cheesiest grin.

so funny, i may have blushed a little myself!

ok, so then as i was passing out some instruments and came to sit back down he says,

"teacher, i have a question for you."

"and what is that?"

"um is your last name a country?"

"..oh you mean like... brazil?"

"yeah, that place."

"very close, it's braSSell. so instead of a 'z' sound you make a 's' sound. think of it like selling brass."

[which, if i may interject, is A LOT better of a reasoning correlation then the one my mom came up with for my little brother--- "think of it as BRAS for SELL; that's how we got our name, our ancestors sold bras." ]

yeah, i don't think so, MOM...

ok, so then he sits with a studious, dedicated look on his face as he's repeating my name, out loud, mastering it's proper pronunciation.

as i'm sitting and listening to the students sing what i had just taught them i see that he's not singing, but again, staring at me. i continue looking at the rest of the students then feel a little hand on top of mine.

remember when he was rubbing my thigh (again, im sitting), well i put my hand there, as to stop that action stat.

oh but looks like that counteracted because now he was holding my hand and not just holding it, but rubbing it. you know! like the rubbing back and forth motion of the thumb.

i mean this kid is pro, better than the boy i held hands with last week! (;

i just heaved a big sigh inside and just kinda turned toward him and smiled- to ya know, see if this was real or not.

then the little girl next to him says, "ok, that's kinda weird.."

and i realize that this is real. and this is happening.

so i smile as i politely move my hand from his grasp and say,

"ok i need to hear you singing."

but the whole time he's just dazing upward, sitting there, smiling, and staring.

well, tale as old as time right?

love knows no boundaries.

love is blind.

age is just a number.

...

hah, ok little man, as much as i love how you still think i'm pretty in my sweats, find my croaky voice to sound like a melodious songbird, and think these hands, (not to mention thighs) are made for holding... i just won't be able to wait for 20+ years.

but please, do tell me if you have an older brother. (;