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Her
mom’s the bank teller who says "Hi," when you cash
your check.
His dad is the quiet guy who bags your groceries while you swipe
your credit card.
My
mom works at the university, where she helps kids about 10
times older than me.
My name’s Aidyn. I’m two.
Most of the time, it’s just me and my mom, though I
really like it when Grandma visits, like she does in the summer
sometimes.
I like my teachers here. And all the different kids, too –
even those itty bitty ones that don’t talk. |
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They’re
not big like me. I can talk. I like trains. I like books.
I wish I could go fishin’ with Grandma more, but Isabelle
gives me a hug sometimes. She’s here everyday. She’s
been coming here since about 13 years before I was born. I learned
that number, 13, and 9, 10, 11, 12 and some others here at Boulder
Day Nursery.
Isabelle talks mostly Spanish.
Amber, she’s one of the big people teaching me, says that
Isabelle is a volunteer grandma.
I like Isabelle. I like Amber, too.
Sometimes they make me smile then check my teeth. Sometimes they
play sounds and make us listen. I like to listen. The lady that
helps is nice. She said they are screening. Some of the babies screen
sometimes, too.
I like trains. I learned to share my trains here.
My mom says I learned how to put my shoes in my cubby here. I do
that at home now, too. My mom doesn’t even ask me. She has
her own cubby at home.
That’s my mom over there. She’s wearing a purple dress.
She likes turtles. We have a ginny pig here. I like ginny pigs.
Some of the bigger kids – they’re like five –
are learning to spell and count and read. They said how to spell
guinea pyg.
I heard Steve, he’s the director here, tell someone the median
income of families here is $22,000. That’s a lot of money,
especially in Boulder, where I live. Steve says they have a sliding
scale. It’s probably like the one we play on.
Steve said horses used to play on our playground. He said some men,
some dads, died a long time ago, in some year called 1917. That
makes me sad. Then they built this house so kids, like me, had someone
to take good care of them when their parents can’t be around
or are working. That makes me happy.
Some of my friends here have lots of brothers and sisters. Maybe
they have lots of money, too. Not me. It’s just me and my
mom, and I don’t work yet.
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