I'm sitting on the train riding home from work and absolutely exhausted. It's been a draining day. Then a five-year-old named Fiona sits next to me. I tell her how much I love her shoes and I'm now her best friend. The next 15 minutes of my ride involve question after question about who I am, my friends' names, my brothers' names, how many family members I have (she has 100 apparently), etc. After our brief but entertaining encounter, her mom warns her that the next train stop is theirs. Fiona then asks her mom, "When can Christina come over to play?" She then pleads, "But I want her to be 101!"
It's days like these I wonder why I don't work with kids full-time..