Preschoolers and Aliens

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.