I had ten, 4 and 5 year old boys in my Architecture and Building class today which means of course when you teach them about design they WRESTLE. When you read them a book they WRESTLE. And when you do anything that does not involve direct eye contact they try to hit each other on the head.

I am a teacher who knows when she is out numbered, also how much sugar a forty pound body can really hold the week of Halloween. So the class built me a hook, the class made me an eye patch and for an hour in the field behind the art school, I dragged one foot behind the other. I cried “If I catch you I’m going to eat you.”

At the end, E. who reads almost as well as I do, who told me today he wants to grow up and be a target said, “icka chi raya” and I said, “WHAT?” He then head rammed me and yelled, “ICKA CHI RAYA...in my language that means I love you.”

"Oh" I said, "in my language that means, do you want juice?" Then the boys and I had juice while riding home on a ship.