Today, I got to visit London's kindergarten class and show them how to make cinnamon twists. The teacher invited parents to come in and share their holiday traditions, so this was our offering. London was practically jumping out of his skin, he was so excited. His teacher told me that London bragged all day that he already got to eat a cinnamon twist last night, "So when my mom comes, guess how many cinnamon twist-es I'll have had?! Two!" And may I say that his teacher does a pretty good impression of London.
London got to be my helper, and showed all his friends how to dip the dough in butter, cinnamon-sugar, and then twist. Twisting was amazingly hard for them to do. Some really didn't want to get butter and sugar on their hands. And a few of the kids finally just mushed their twist into a ball. Very amusing. One or two wanted to eat the sugary dough, but fortunately I brought a pan of already-baked twists so they could all taste them. We had fun.
Khyah sat in her stroller and happily munched on a plastic bag until one of the kids told on her. She screamed bloody murder when I took it away, but accepted her binky as a peace offering. Th teacher's assistant was very happy to hold her.
Brandt was THRILLED to be at school with the big kids. At circle time, the teacher let Brandt call out all the kid's names as they were drawn from the basket. Brandt stood calmly at the front, and carefully pronounced each name (and some weren't so easy). The kids thought he was super cute. They giggled when he said a name wrong, and patted him on the head when they took their name from him. The teacher was very impressed that he was willing to do that.
What can I say? I just have impressive kids. :D