Teacher of the Year

I picked up Genevieve from nursery school today. It started off pretty typically with Genevieve running out of the classroom and squealing, "Mommy, you came back! Everybody, let's go! Let's go to Ms. Anita's office and get some COOKIES!!!" Then, one of the teachers stopped me. "I wanted to let you know that Genevieve was teaching us today," she said. It seems that when the various blocks were brought out for play at the beginning on the class Genevieve decided it was her job to educate the masses. The teacher continued to explain: "Genevieve brought me a block and said, 'Ms. Michelle, this is a diamond. Can you say "diamond"? Very good. Now, what color is the diamond? That's right! It is yellow. Good job!'" The teacher said she thought this was very funny and amazing.

I, however, am not amazed. Genevieve has been trying to educate me and her Daddy since she started speaking: "Don't forget the desitin, Mommy. We don't want a diaper rash.", "Be careful, Daddy. Don't fall in!" (when sitting on the edge of the tub), and lots of "Good job!"s for completing tasks such as putting on our shoes or zipping our jackets.

So maybe Genevieve is well on her way to becoming a wonderful teacher.

Or a world-class know-it-all.