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♥ Sunday, September 03, 2006
10:12 PM

Bad start. As usual, he woke up late, late in fetching me, we quarreled on the way to church. We are late. Late for our 1st MPC nursery training class!

We are assigned to take care of the nursery group (age 3-4) for 10 consecutive weeks!

The minute we reached, we saw kids crying non-stop. Reluctant to join the class and to let their parents leave for church service. Kinda of blur for a moment. Havent been seeing this scene for years since I stopped teaching in childcare. Kids are kids.. They cried but once the teachers take over, they stopped to join the rest of the kids shortly.

Cutie.. Lovable and huggable. I love kids at this age! Still learning to pick up things and innocent like little angels.

Some sticked to us. Some came to us, talked to us, walked away and joined others. Some looked at us and smiled. Some cried and we hugged them, they settled down and walked away, running all over the place shortly.

Super, wonder KIDZ.

Out of all, the boys especially, played with W/L and called him 'UNCLE'. Hahah.. he looked at me; I laughed. They are correct. With at least 20+ years apart, you want them to call you "Gor Gor"? Or "Lao Gor Gor"?

So, we are Uncle and Aunty today.

When lesson ends, parents came and picked them up. With a tight hug, I felt the sadness to let them go.

See you next week, little angels. I love you babies and look forward to seeing all of you! >.<