I have worked with kids for years: babysitting at 14, tutoring, substitute teaching and after school provider. Over the years I have heard some great stories. My favorite is about one of my favorite kids. He was a sweet little boy who lived with his Aunt and siblings. What a little lover he was! One of the youngest, at 5, players I ever met. This little boy could charm the spots off of a leopard. Melt your heart and common sense with a smile. And those sad eyes, ll you had to do was look at him and you were sure he just needed ALL of your love.
One day my partner and I took the kids outside to play with the bag of toys I kept in my trunk: bubbles, badminton, wiffle ball and the such. We threw blankets on the ground with books and games for the kids that did not want to play; a nice leisurely afternoon in the Sun and shade. My partner and I sat on the curb, between the kids playing and the kids lounging on the blankets. My little player comes over and hugs me and starts talking to me and my partner. (also a great talker) My foot was aching me that day so I had slipped off my shoe for a bit. The next thing I know the boy is massaging my foot and doing a really good job of it, too. My partner laughed and said,"Hey, how about me?" The little player moves from my foot to her shoulders. I chuckled along with my partner. Before I know it he is massaging both of our necks and says,"Can life be any better than this?!" My partner and I fell out laughing. What a little player!
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