On Friday, I arrived a few minutes early to pick up G from school. They were not in their usual spot. The playground was wet, so the group was playing “What Time Is It, Mr. Fox?” in a paved area just near the side exit of the building. When I approached, I could see that G was Mr. Fox. The pure delight that was evident on his face, no… evident throughout his whole body! Grin extending ear to ear, feet bouncing inches off the ground, belly laugh chortling out of his body. I love it. I love watching him. It’s impossible to watch without breaking into a grin myself. “What time is it, Mr. Fox?” the children say in unison, their eyes glued on G. “It’s 2 o’clock!” G (aka Mr. Fox) responds, his body taught with excitement. His friends take two steps towards him. The excitement builds. “What time is it, Mr. Fox?” they ask again, quivering with expectation. “It’s 3 o’clock!” Three more steps. “What time is it Mr. Fox?” One friend is so close, G can almost reach out and touch her. He is bouncing inches, maybe a foot off the ground. He gathers himself together, so excited he can barely get the words out. “IT’S MIDNIGHT!!!!!!!” Happy shrieks erupt, as chaos ensues. Everyone is running, smiling, giggling. And there is G, right in the middle of it all. I can feel myself bursting with happiness.
May 28, 2013