It’s no secret that I spend the majority of my time with a small gang of 6 year olds – hanging out, learnin’ stuff, the like.
They often keep me on my toes and I’m always surprised at how attentive they are to detail about my life. On the first day of school I do an open interview style questionnaire, where students can ask me anything they like. Children, like adults, do not learn or grow from an adult to which they feel disconnected, so this is an important time. On this day I mentioned that my favorite color is gold and I like coffee.
Fast-forward a few 6 weeks. I’m in a rocking chair doing a read aloud for the class when a hand shoots up. I call on the darling freckle kissed girl.
“Miss Williams, what color is your house?”
“Friend, we are not talking about that right now.”
I transition back into reading the book. When I see another little girl lean over and whisper to her peer.
“Pssst…I hear it’s gold,” with an accompanied eyebrow raise and assured nod.
They exchange smiles then go back to listening. I try not to laugh.
My house is not gold.
But I hope I always live a life where the only rumors circulating about me are as sunshiny as this one.