Nobody Will Have to Cranky Their Cloud and Be Stormy

Things I Remember about Kindergarten:

It’s Friday afternoon, free play time, everybody’s favorite. I pass by the easel painting center, a gentle giant in a room buzzing with busy children who know me, trust me, and might even remember me someday. A little girl with a barrette in her bob and a twirly dress says my name, tugs at my hem, and raps me on my bottom (which is at her eye level) with the flat, open palm of a pressing question that I’ve become inured to over my time teaching little kids. Now that she has secured my full attention, she’s suddenly a bit shy, so she spins three times in a circle on her heel with her paintbrush in hand to dazzle me while she tries to refasten the cotton candy kite of her mind to its string of words. Her friend Chloe is just tall enough to peep over the top of the easel she’s dancing behind, her twinkling blue eyes bolstering her friend:

Me and Chloe were thinking?

That we should have a day,

A day where we all wear our pajammies

And bring lovies

And that way, nobody will have to cranky their cloud and be stormy. 

So we idea-ed it. 

And it’s a good idea,

Right? 

So can we?