As you may or may not know, I work with children with severe emotional and behavioral disorders. Almost daily, someone will tell me that they have no idea how I do my job, and I tell them that I *LOVE* my job. My kids are the absolute best…they just need more care and understanding to get through a day. Today, I was reminded, in spades, just how lucky I am, to do what I do.
(After I drew names out of the bucket to see who would get a special privilege this afternoon…)
Kid: “Yes! I crossed my fingers, and I won! It works!”
Me: “Hey, next time you decide to cross your fingers, think about me winning something.”
Kid: “I’m going to cross my fingers and hope Miss McMcerson gets a rainbow-farting unicorn.”
Me: “Awesome….maybe cash, though?”
Kid: *look of absolute disdain* “Cash can’t buy a rainbow-farting unicorn.”
Me: “Touche.”
Fisticuffs and Shenanigans 