Kindergarten

Yesterday was Thursday, also known as Kindergarten Day.  My favorite.  My co-teacher wasn't feeling well so I went solo.  They've gotten used to me.  There shouldn't be that frenzy of excitment that comes with something new.  This will be OK. 

Anyone laughing yet?

I had planned to make paper-mache snowmen, teach them the letter S, and do a little coloring.  Sounds simple enough.  All was going semi-well.  The children have rarely, if ever, seen a man with a beard.  Korean men don't (can't?) grow hair on their face.  My beard is somewhat of a novelty here.  Several of the little boys couldn't stand it anymore and decided they just had to touch it.  It's RED for crying out loud...what a treat on this otherwise dull Thursday morning.  I thought I would make this fun by snapping at them as if I would bite when they put their little finger out to feel.  They thought this was the most hilarious and exciting thing ever.  So of course everyone else had to try it.  After about 4 or 5 had their fun, it was one of the smaller boy's turn.  He was beaming from ear to ear.  He approaches.  Finger out.  Inching closer. 

I snap.  He's not fast enough. 

At least half of his finger was in my mouth when my teeth came together.  Yes, I bit him.  There was a look on his face of confusion, disappointment.  He wanted to cry but everyone else was laughing.  I thought he would jump and pull back his finger like the rest.  His reaction time was a little slow.  He won't try that again.