"Miz Nancy, Miz Nancy! The cows are out!" The preschool girl is alerting me, and I'm jumping onto my pony. I gallop from the nap room to the restroom where three little girls stare at me with wet hands and bovine eyes. There are no paper towels in the dispenser. Indeed, the towels are out. Oh, Lordy, weez all agonna die!
Not since the Christmas singing of "
Dudolph da Dead-Dosed Deindeer" have I had such a profound pronunciation moment. Greetings from Lonesome Dove Preschool!
© 2009 Nancy L. Ruder
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