The next time it happens, I am looking for my children who have magically disappeared. The mothers are all happily chatting away on the plastic orange sofa in the lobby. I begin my search through the myriad of classrooms. Eventually I hear the telltale sound of giggles. I enter to find five little girls hiding under a table. Cute.
"Ok, kids. Let's go! Time to start!"
They crawl out, one by one. I say hello to the first sweet little girl, who always behaves impeccably:
"Hello, Sehwa! How are you?"
"I'M FINE!"
"Good! High five!"
One missed high five and a little hand lands on my pillowy chest. A wide mischievous grin spreads across her face. She reaches out again.
"No, Sehwa. Don't touch!"
Her frown turns upside down:
"No ja nai!" (Ja nai is Japanese, basically equivalent to "not," so having a negative meaning)
She reaches out again and attempts to pat and prod. More giggles ensue. The other girls have extracted themselves from their hiding place and now see what's going on out here. They want in.
10 little hands are groping and grabbing and chasing me around the classroom. And they won't stop that giggling!
"No! No! No! Stop!" I run out of the room. The mothers look at me, startled.
"Uhhh." I can't think how to tell them in simple English that their children are sex fiends. Didn't these mothers ever tell their children NOT to touch people in naughty places?
1 comment:
I realize this must have been completely disturbing when it happened to you, but your retelling of it is so well done that I can't help but giggle too. :) Mucho love to you!!!
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