My youngest granddaughter is full of surprises. There’s always some reason she doesn’t want to leave gan, nursery school with me, but at least I can usually negotiate with her and find a way to get her to come with me.
Last time I went to take her home, she kept on ignoring me and the teacher who kept telling her:
“Your savta (grandmother) is here to take you home.”
She and her friend were standing up and singing a Chanukah song together. They were holding invitations (upside down, or at least hers was) to the gan’s Chanuka Party and pretending to be reading the words.
She was so serious. She just kept on singing and singing at the top of her lungs.
Three year olds are so funny.
About the Author: Batya Medad blogs at Shiloh Musings.
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