The pre-school teacher leaves the room for a couple minutes during snack time and I’m caught off guard by eighteen 3-5 year olds who out of the blue start having a heavy conversation about death and where do you go when you die. Recently one girl’s grand mom passed and so did a boy’s dog. Suddenly I step into interview/ discussion moderator mode.
BOY: Miss Ruth, where do you go when you die?
MISS RUTH: What do you think?
SOME BOYS AND GIRLS: Heaven?
MISS RUTH: Really? Humm. How many of you believe in Santa Clause?
MISS RUTH: How many of you believe in The Tooth Fairy?
(A room of missing teeth smiles light up the room as all of the pre-K class raises their hands in the air!)
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