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Monday afternoon hasthehter fill the air around o how to filter out the noises I should be concerned with I bend and scoop up several blocks and put theainst the wall I slip crayons back into their boxes, and close coloring books Books go back on their shelves, and Barbie’s and GI Joe’s return to their toy boxes

I feel a s on my shirt and look down A pair of sweet brown eyes stare up at me

“Miss Kade, I gotta use da bafroo the pee pee dance

You ask why I can controlthe day? I deal with little munchkins from nine-to-five, five days a week at Kidz Korner Day Care Center Kids are one thing that can wilt any sexual desire They are also the reason I religiously use a condoet , I love kids, you have to inaround theives you a new appreciation for the condom industry It’s a dream of mine to have a house full of them one day, but I know that’s a dream that will probably never co with three other ladies, thirteen kids, ranging frole one of them

Today is Lizzy’s first day at the center, and she’s one of the sweetest little girls I’ve ever randmother recently took over custody, because herrehab facility Her father died before she was born My heart broke for the beautiful little girl

I smile and hold out ly “Come on, sweetie, I’ll take you”

I bring her to the two stall bathroo outside the small stall, I wait for her to do her business, then we both wash our hands before walking out I noticed that she didn’t talkto do with her living arrangerand in a new place I hope it’s the latter

She keeps hold of hten mine back and walk her over to a table out of the way of theand ra that’s a little difficult for me with the tiny chairs and my not-so-tiny behind, her eyes dart around to all the kids running around It’s co up on five o’clock, so the kids know it’s about time to leave

There’s a coloring book and a box of crayons that haven’t been put away yet I push it across to Lizzy, and she irabs them

“How did you like your first day, Lizzy?” I ask, trying to draw her out

She pulls a red crayon out of the box and starts coloring the only way a four-year-old can; way outside the lines

Seconds later, she lifts her big brown eyes to me and says, “I wiked it”

I s I lean over and watch as she does

“You’re doing a great job, sweetie!” I praise, which earns me a beautiful smile

She puts the red crayon on the table and pulls out an orange Her tongue peeks out at the corner of her mouth as she concentrates and tries to color the dress of the little girl in the picture