I should not fail to mention that, along with the stressfulness recounted below, Wednesday also featured a moment of transcendent little-kid-cuteness. One of my new jobs at the museum is to read stories about elephants. After each story, I will talk more about elephants, and give the listeners a related activity or project to do. After The Wise Washerman, I hand out small paper elephants that kids can color, and make into necklaces.
After I had finished the story, kids came up and got their paper elephants and colored string. As I was putting away the storybooks, a four-year-old girl came up to the storytelling cart.
"Can I have...?" she began to ask.
"An elephant?" I asked. "A piece of string? A marker?"
She paused.
"Can I have...a hug?"
And my heart slowly melted.
Final totals: 3 elephant stories, 4 hugs.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
you big lug.
oh my good god if that isn't the cutest story.....EVER!!