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cimoreneToday at lunchtime a two-year-old who loves food was sitting next to me without eating at all and it turned out this was because he was falling asleep - literally nodding off in fact; couldn't keep his little eyes open. I spoonfed him a couple of bites and he ate them happily enough... and then his eyes closed again and then he threw up. Three times in a row. Right into his bowl and basically completely covering his bib, but miraculously, without going off the bib.
So the bosslady wiped his face and settled him on the livingroom floor with a bucket while she called his parents (a few minutes later he fell asleep again lying on the floor).
I couldn't keep eating the main dish after that - a suspiciously pink tunafish sauce on pasta - so I threw the rest out and had a cheese sandwich instead.
Then at afternoon snacktime the kids were eating bowls of fruit kisseli which is sort of like thin jam, or thick fruit soup (the dictionary offers "fool" and "dessert cream" which sound British and weird and also I had no idea what they were). And one of my two remaining tablemates sneezed directly into his bowl twice, leaving a visible gob of snot dangling from his nose that almost actually landed in his bowl.
The three adults present laughed. Really hard.
OH AND OKAY one of my coworkers in the Little Kid House is on vacay this week and I only met her substitute on Monday before getting sick the entire week, but I knew I would see her today as well on her last day, so when I walked in and there was a woman of the right general size and shape on the floor playing with a kid, I just assumed it was her.
So when she was like "Hey, good morning", I immediately fixated on her haircut and was like "Have you cut your hair?" which, surprisingly, kind of threw her into confusion.
She said "No," but it was more like "... ??? ??? No... ???" and we kinda stared at each other and she started to explain something along the lines of, "I've come here today..." and I was like
"OH! You're not [Substitute's Name]?"
"No... I'm X, the special education teacher assigned to this daycare..."
"OH, yes, I've seen your picture on the wall in the other building, that's why you looked familiar! Sorry..." I said.
And I mean, she wasn't mad or anything. I think. Just very, very confused.
But when I was telling the other work practicer about it at lunchtime I laughed until I cried.
So the bosslady wiped his face and settled him on the livingroom floor with a bucket while she called his parents (a few minutes later he fell asleep again lying on the floor).
I couldn't keep eating the main dish after that - a suspiciously pink tunafish sauce on pasta - so I threw the rest out and had a cheese sandwich instead.
Then at afternoon snacktime the kids were eating bowls of fruit kisseli which is sort of like thin jam, or thick fruit soup (the dictionary offers "fool" and "dessert cream" which sound British and weird and also I had no idea what they were). And one of my two remaining tablemates sneezed directly into his bowl twice, leaving a visible gob of snot dangling from his nose that almost actually landed in his bowl.
The three adults present laughed. Really hard.
OH AND OKAY one of my coworkers in the Little Kid House is on vacay this week and I only met her substitute on Monday before getting sick the entire week, but I knew I would see her today as well on her last day, so when I walked in and there was a woman of the right general size and shape on the floor playing with a kid, I just assumed it was her.
So when she was like "Hey, good morning", I immediately fixated on her haircut and was like "Have you cut your hair?" which, surprisingly, kind of threw her into confusion.
She said "No," but it was more like "... ??? ??? No... ???" and we kinda stared at each other and she started to explain something along the lines of, "I've come here today..." and I was like
"OH! You're not [Substitute's Name]?"
"No... I'm X, the special education teacher assigned to this daycare..."
"OH, yes, I've seen your picture on the wall in the other building, that's why you looked familiar! Sorry..." I said.
And I mean, she wasn't mad or anything. I think. Just very, very confused.
But when I was telling the other work practicer about it at lunchtime I laughed until I cried.
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Date: 20 Mar 2015 09:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 21 Mar 2015 05:25 pm (UTC)I do remember my coworker describing how to make kiisseli though and she was saying it's not like jam, something about whisking... oh right, it's made with whipped potato starch, which, after whisking with a wee bit of water, is poured into the cooking liquid+fruit+sugar, whisking all the while.