toddler megumi nuzzling his face into your knee with a small pout bc you said no when he asked if you can come live with him vs toddler yuuji giggling at his best friends futile attempts while he gives your leg a death hold so that you dont get any funny ideas
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Throwback to when I was working at a kid’s summer camp and witnessed this while a class of 5th graders where lined up for snack time
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There are some children here at work bc their parents brought them in for the holiday party and I'm getting so much secondhand joy from just watching them run around, play and explore (I work at a lab/museum so there's loads of cool stuff).
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a group of my students are Obsessed with whether or not I have a partner and like to make up scenarios about hypothetical partners and what happened to them. today they created these two cup spouses - my husband and my "girlboy wife"
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I asked one of my four-year-old students where he got all his energy, and he said, “my secret is this” and reached into his pocket and pulled out a yo-yo
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it's always a good gender day when a little girl stares at you in awe while her mother pulls her away clearly intimidated by you
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Saw the kid I used to babysit for a couple of years, who is about to start school now, to look after her again for a bit, and when I showed up she looked really excited for a second, but suddenly got quiet and shy and then ran out of the room which was confusing, but then ran back in and handed me a letter written in wonderful preschool scrawl and a little squish toy and her mom said she worked hard to write and give it to me as a gift and !!!! The love I felt 😭😭😭💖💕💘
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student 1: did they have mcdonalds in the southern colonies?
me: no, mcdonalds did not exist in the 17th century
student 2: mcdonalds existed when my mom was a kid
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toddler was eating a popsicle and asked me my favorite popsicle flavors and I said mint, upon which I asked them what their favorite flavor was and they pondered on it for a very long minute before answering "white"
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Like the majority of society I’m obsessed with Nimona
And I rewatched it a million times and one thing always sticks out to me
There are moments when Ambrosius is surrounded by light like a little protective bubble
That keeps him away from the man he loves more than anything
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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