Day Care part 3

These kids are freakin hilarious.

Cutest little girl: *hugs me by my waist*
Me: Hello!!
Cutest little girl: *starts hanging off waist*
Me: *tries to walk with child as a belt*
Cutest little girl: HUG ME!!
Me: *i'd like to keep my blue card* a hug? why do u need a hug?
Cutest little girl: beeeecauuuuse.. IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME A HUG... I'LL BREAK YOUR ARM!!
Me: *...whaaaaat the. get off me*






Co-ordinator: Hey Frances, can you bake?
Frances: ahhhh with my friends *nervous laugh*
Co-ordinator: Great, do you wanna help the kids bake a birthday cake?
Frances: *uh oh..* Sure!

20mins later, two lumpy cakes

Birthday girls: We want green cakes!
Me: *eeeewww* Sure!

5mins later, two lumpy nuclear waste cakes




There's another girl that works at the care centre who's name is Frances. and get this, she's asian too.
Me: so how did your parents give you our name?
Frances: after Saint Frances
Me: ah yeah..
Frances: how bout you?
Me: they got it from a list of names and they were like "that's weird, i'll take it"






Something I learnt about kids is that they are very competitive. they will do anything if you make it competitive.

*boy lying in the middle of the floor*
Me: Buddy, you okay? you bored?
Boy: *nods*
Me: Let's play Connect-a-four (i owned this game in primary)
Boy: Connect-a-four is llaaaamee, no-body plays it
Me: *i'm so old* That's cuz you've never played with me before. I am the QUEEN OF CONNECT-A-FOUR!
Boy: No WAYYY!!! I'll beat you!!
*after a few games of me winning*
Other kids: I wanna verse him! *points to boy*
Boy: Nooo, you have the verse her, she's the QUEEN OF CONNECT-A-FOUR!
*uproar of connect-a-four begins*




i think the kids had one too many candy canes today. they all made cakes today. and got to eat them. *shudder*
Witnessing the special event of children running from the playground to the table where the cakes are placed is one of nature's most extraordinary sights; this is called the 'Stampede'. Luckily i was in safe shelter in the kitchen, i was only able to hear the screams and thundering sound of 30 pairs of shoes drumming the concrete. Fortunately there were no casualties... yet.

Without Complaining (and making of)





see... we meant to stuff up, it was even practiced