I was working at the preschool the other day.
You know, hanging out with the 2 year olds,
getting glitter under my finger nails,
reminding them to not eat the crayons,
While we were outside on the playground,
one of the boys shouted, "UTTA BYE!"
(Which, if you don't speak toddler,
I look over and see a beautiful Monarch butterfly,
flying over their heads.
They were screaming and giggling,
trying to chase the butterfly
when it landed on the fence in front of them.
After a few "Ooooh's" and "Aaaaah's"
(and maybe a tear from me from seeing such a sweet scene)
one of the boys hurled a Mickey Mouse bouncy ball
and smashed the "utta bye."
He turned around,
hands in the air,
as if victory was his.
They all laughed even harder
and screamed and clapped
as if I just told them we were eating ice cream for lunch.
That's our future leaders, folks.
Utta Byes, beware.