"Your husband is pretty," she said.
"He's not my husband, he's my boyfriend." I replied with a smile.
"But my mommy's married. Why aren't you?" she asked.
"I'm not as old as your mommy," I said.
"Oh." she hesitated. "Your husband is very pretty."

Everyday I feel more comfortable teaching and interacting with my students. Everyday I get a little more attached. Everyday I become a bigger part of the routine, and the routine becomes a bigger part of me. I'm hungry for snack at 10, lunch at 11, and math at 1:15.
How cruel to make me leave after only 5 weeks. As of tomorrow I am half way done.
There's still so much to learn...so many hugs to accept and return...so much laughter in which to share.