I love kids. I used to teach kindergarten a lifetime ago until I started having children of my own. People tease me that I have enough kids of my own to have a class at home now. I started working as an assistant at a local preschool in January and boy do I have some stories to tell.
Just yesterday one of my little guys that cracks me up on a daily basis bumped his head. It wasn't a hard bump, but I wanted to check it out just to be safe. I asked him if he was OK and he replied, "Yeah. I bumped my head and the aliens came and took my brain." OooooKay. So a little later I checked on him again and he said, "I'm good. The aliens came and brought me a new brain!" My response: "Then I guess we're good." Sometimes I feel like aliens have come and taken my brain, but I'm not sure it's all back yet. Oh wait. I have kids. That explains everything.
Here's a few shots from a couple of my preschool portrait shoots this month. Some serious cuties! And no. None of them had aliens come and take their brain.