As I stood bouncing Tornado A on my hip, talking to the other moms, Tornado E was let out of the class. One of the last because he didn’t hear his name called. Twice. He pulled out of his backpack a plastic tube and held it aloft, like Excalibur.
Tornado E: WHO WANTS TO PLAY WITH MY HEX BUG?!!!!!
Immediately 16 five-year-olds and two three-year-olds are swarming around Tornado E, yelling, “ME, ME, ME!”
Then off Tornado E raced with the pack behind him. Off went my merry wanderer of the day to lead them all on a merry chase over hill, over dale, thorough brush, thorough brier, over park, over pale, thorough flood, thorough fire.
Well, at least, they’re getting all that energy out.