For My Sisters

As some of you know...I have moments of filter failure. Sometimes the darndest things come out of my mouth. Kind of like temporary tourettes. Other times I have a glitch in my conversation maker. I just get really uncomfortable when people talk to me in certain situations. Come to think of it...I wonder if this is why I am loving my job right now. I have something in common with the little people I work with...hhhmmmm. Something to consider on another day. Well, anyway, as I was saying...there are times when I am just uncomfortable conversing. Like while in a bathroom stall. So I told you about the last time a little darling decided that a conversation (while we were in stalls on the opposite ends of the bathroom)was in order...it went something like this..."Hi, what's your name?" I was speechless for a moment while I tried desperately to come up with a response. "Um...Lori?" "Hi. I am peeing and then I'll be going back to class." Still my brain was so rattled at the thought of talking (gasp) in the stall that all I could come up with was a weak,"That's nice." Some might call me crazy...but there is a time and place for niceties...but come on...really? So today was another day with the little people. I walked into the bathroom to witness a game of stall hopping. I was beginning to wonder if there was ample TP or if she was just extra choosy. I chose an unoccupied stall and unfastened my belt. Kindergartner didn't waste a second, "Hey, are you wearing a belt?" I just sat and shook my head. "Yep, I am." Not to be silenced she then stated, "I have 2 belts. One is purple with a butterfly and the other is white with a circle. I like purple, it's my favorite color. My Mom thinks it's a good color too"....and on and on this child went. I was washing my hands when she informed me that she had yet to wipe. I encouraged her to do so and dried my hands. She came out of the stall asking for help with the tricky snap on her new jeans...and without even pausing at the sink she was on her way. I washed a second time and quickly left the bathroom for a more appropriate area for conversation. I swear...some day I'll get over this and maybe working at this school will help. Maybe....