The Day Jerry Came to Class

For the past four months, I've had the precious privilege of attending MBH preschool.  It is such a joy to come to class each morning and hear excited voices and pitter pattering little feet coming down the hallways.  For these kiddos (and for the teachers!), preschool is the highlight of the day.  Its one more way to add a sense of normalcy to their not-so-normal lives (then again, what is normal anyways?).  My dear friend and preschool teacher, Rebecca is amazing.  I am blown away at how she can take kids from all different ages and developmental stages and engage them in learning.  They are learning the alphabet, numbers, colors, shapes, animals, insects, body parts, emotions...you name it.  The kids even take the liberty to correct us if we sing a song wrong or use the wrong sign language to say a certain word.  Each day, I feel like a proud parent, watching these little ones blossom and do more than anyone ever expected of them.

Yesterday, we had quite an eventful day in preschool.  It was the day Jerry came to class.  And by Jerry, I mean Jerry of Tom and Jerry...as in a mouse.  Yes, that's right.  We were in class, minding our own business and carrying along as usual when Mr. Jerry decided to make his grand entrance into our classroom.  Rebecca began to scream and point, thoroughly speechless and unable to utter a word.  I began to scream and wiggle too, although I wasn't quite sure what was going on.  It all happened so fast.  He scurried across the room as we jumped and squealed.  We scampered onto the top of the chairs, too mortified to move.  The kids stood speechless...wondering why their teachers had suddenly gone crazy.  Shaking and too afraid to come down, we sat in silence.  We sat.  We sat.  We sat. 

We decided that for the sake of our hearts and of course, for the children (cough cough), we should move preschool class outdoors.  We alerted Lao, our faithful handyman, of the recent mouse invasion.  The staff was quick to move to action as the news of our friend's arrival quickly spread throughout the first floor.      When we returned to the classroom after outdoor class we found Lao sitting in a preschool-sized plastic chair with the door closed...holding a fly swatter. 

Oh Jerry, you caused us quite the panic.  Although we like to think of ourselves as quite hospitable, you are not welcome to come to preschool class anymore.  For the childrens' sake :)