When i was 18 I used my gap year to see if teaching was my calling by becoming an assistant teacher at a pre-school in the three year old class room. Every single day i would come home with a story that i had heard from one of the kids and every day I said to myself i had to write it down somewhere to remember one day. But I never did. Since then the wind has blown me back and forth in and out of classrooms and now again, I find myself back in a classroom. This time however, I am not going to forget the things they say because I am going to share them with you. This is a heart from one of my boys made out of play dough Here's a couple of the story's in my three weeks of work with kids aged 3 - 6. We had a special church service where the littlies had to attend and a couple minutes into the service one of the girls gently poked my shoulder and said in a rather loud whisper, "Okay, now I'm bored. When can we leave." To which the boy on the other...