Imagine me! I'm sitting here wearing my coat, ready to step out into the rain. But am going to write a little because I have the time. Now why am I writing here? I don't know. I saw some kids today. On the way to the Lycee there is a maternelle. That is a school for kids from the age of 3 to 5 I think. They must have gone for a sort of field trip or something and were waiting to cross the road with their teachers. There must have been about 15 to 20 kids. Tiny little ones, all so impatient to cross. Our bus waited for them. So I got a good look at them as they skipped across the road all holding hands. The teachers shouting out instructions. Little girls in pink coats and the boys mostly in blue (talk about stereotypes!) Once they were right in the middle of the road invariably at least 5 of them had to drop something or the other- a scarf, or something totally unimportant to the 'adult' mind like a stone! There was this girl who dropped a glove and when she bent to pick it up she dropped her stole, and the teacher telling her to hurry up, so she walked across the road with the stole trailling behind her. And there were those who just couldn't stop talking. Wishpering into each others ears and smiling. They were a joy to watch on a rainy day. Not just the colour they brought to a greay and rainy morning but their innocent and unhurried actions. I's love to take care of little children. I wonder if i'd have the patience. Iwould. I definately would. i would love to answer their simple and complicated questions. Watch them cross the road or simply sit in class listening to me. I'd like to make up stories and tell my children and have them ask questions that I with my 'grown- up mind would never think off. And then think, 'Why did I never think of that?'