Yesterday, I opened the classroom door and I saw Clayton across the lawn, standing by the outside cafeteria door. He was supposed to walk to the room, but for some reason he was just standing there. The custodian was telling him, not too kindly, to go to his classroom. Clayton was just standing there.
I propped open the door and looked over at him, then waved. He saw me, bolted across the lawn, and flew into my arms. (Then he asked if he could go play on the trikes.)
Right before we went home, Clayton looked up at me. I was certain he was going to ask about the trikes again. “Teacher,” he said.
“Yes, Clayton,” I responded.
“I love you teacher.”
“I love you too, Clayton. I am happy you are in my class,” I said, as I leaned down to hug him.
“Teacher?” asked Clayton when I stood up.
“Yes, Clayton,” I said, stepping over backpacks to reach the front of the rug area.
“Can I go home now?”
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Well, since he got it down that you love him too, he feels safe to go home. Have a great year!
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