Miss (not Mrs.) Metzger

I'm sitting at the desk listening to Miss Metzger (Reese, that is) take her students' lunch count for the day. Only one child is ordering the hot dog. Miss Metzger is wearing a skirt with the t-shirt she put on this morning, and has added heeled shoes and a headband. There are close to 10 stuffed animals and dolls strategically placed around the desk area, and each of them has a letter "Aa" paper to complete. She is telling her "students" what to do on the paper. She has already highlighted mastered skills on their progress reports (my rough drafts from today), and stickered the papers from apple stations. She hopes to teach them a song and the new "pray" before they leave. She sounds soooooooo much like her mother:)

I asked Reese tonight if she thought she might like to be a teacher when she grows up. Recently, when you'd ask her, she'd respond, "Well, I want to make hot dogs and I want to pass out ice cream, so I think I'll work at the Dairy Queen because I can do both." A parent's greatest aspiration for her child. However, this evening, the answer was different. She said she'd like to be a teacher; one like mom or Mrs. Dalton (my co-teacher). She even wants to teach KINDERGARTEN in Mrs. Dalton's room when she leaves. Right next door to mom:) I couldn't be more proud!