Daily occurrence:
Me: Zero, One, Two, Three, Four...yes, Mariam? Is this an emergency? Are you bleeding? You have to go to the bathroom?
Mariam: Miss Batreesa, I love you!
Me: *Sigh* Thank you, Mariam. I love you too. Five, Six...
*Two hours later*
Me: [Bending over to a child's table erasing something] Yes, this is ok, but can you try again? Yes? Again?
*Knocked off balance by a swarm of children beneath my knees, calves, shins,etc.
Chorus of shouts: Miss Batreesa! I love you! I like you! Miss Batreesa, I love you ONE HUNDRED! Teacher, I love you ELEVEN! I love you EIGHT! I love you FOURTEEN! Teacher, I like you five!
I've decided that:
100 clearly means full marks
Eleven, eight, and fourteen are also pretty high in the scales. Considering we can only count to seven.
The dear child that said "I like you five!" is also going as high as he can intellectually fathom.
Unconditional love from children I hold hostage from 7 am until 2:10? Priceless.
well, i love you infinity.
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