oh geez...please don't fall

I had my first day of work at a daycare/pre-school last week and when I wasn't wiping runny noses or peeling clay off the floor, I was stabalizing furniture and covering all remotely sharp corners with my hands. One to three-year-olds get hurt a lot. The funny thing is that when you think they've hurt themselves real bad, they just get up and shake it off. It's when they graze their head on the book shelf or accidently get hit in the face with a pillow that they freak out. But man, they're cute.
I was pushing five kids on tire swings - each swing was attached to its own side of a pentagon-shaped swing set so I just had to walk around in a circle - and when I made it back to the girl I had started with, she was on the ground. She had simply slipped right through the hole in the middle of the tire and landed on the ground. I tried real hard not to laugh, but I couldn't help myself.
Working at the barnehage reminded me of an exhibit my mom and dad took me and Marit to see at the Field Museum in Chicago when I was maybe 8 years old. It was a reminder of what it was like to be three years old again. They had built a huge table and chairs so that when you sat down your head was barely above the table surface...and your feet were dangling in the air. For an eight year old, I probably didn't quite get the point. Three was still failry fresh in my past. But I'd like to see that exhibit again. Except this time I'd want a huge bowl of applesauce and some gigantic animal crackers, too.