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yesterday i was sitting on the logs by the playground, biding my time until i could leave for home. the kids are getting to know me pretty well at school now so they come up with all sorts of odd questions. i admit it feels pretty nice to be known so fondly as "Auntie Rachel" as the kids give me hug after hug and loads of warm praise. they really do make my day.

this day was just like the others, only the one sparking conversation approached me with a mission. he had a question, i could tell. so he came up and asked me if Michael was part Indian.

lol. Michael has been bragging about being Indian (all 1/16th of it, but hey, its there, he's gonna count it). ever since he found out, everything is attributed to being "Indian". he kicks harder, "hey, i'm Indian". he does target practice better, "hey, i'm Indian". he even adds better, "hey i'm Indian". everything is better being an Indian. tell him he could wear feathers, quiver and arrows and he'd be all over it.

but his friend was flat out serious. he wanted to know, was Michael part Indian or not? and it wasn't what he was asking, so much as how he was asking. in the middle of his question, with a quick gander at his limbs, imagining his arm in a fraction, he wants to know which literal part of Michael it is. head, foot, toe or finger, come on now, he wants to know!

crack me up. kids are so hilarious. i just love 'em ;)