seññooooor

Yesterday was round three of after school classes. It went fairly well, though I think I went a little fast with the mothers, and also ran out of time with the kids. They were so slow making Little Red Riding Hood puppets that we didn´t have time to play Halloween BINGO with candy corn. I liked them better when there were only five, now there are seven, ranging from 5 to 9 years old and things are a bit more hectic. My youngest kid, Carlos, talks to me almost the entire time in a sort of monotone whine --
´´Seññooor, what do I do now?´´
´´Seññooor, look, I only drew 6 legs on the spider not 8.´´
´´Seññooor, will you help me cut this?´´
´´Seññooor, my scissors are glued together.´´
I´m not quite sure why he calls me Señor.

But despite the neediness and wide range of abilities they´re still adorable. After class Maria, who is 6 and almost never talks, asked if she could take home one of the puzzles they´d played with that day (by ´puzzle´ I mean pieces of the worksheet with labelled Halloween drawings that I´d cut up into rectangles). Of course I agreed and she asked if she could keep it ´´para siempre´´ (forever). My heart melted a little and I said yes and helped her put it in her little jacket pocket. Then as I was rearranging the desks I found a few pieces of the ´puzzle´ she´d taken and hoped she didn´t actually try to put it together again.