This is how we roll...

I wasn't even suppose to be there, in the classroom. It was my break, and I usually spend it elsewhere because it's so easy to get sucked in when you're in close proximity to the yard - and the kids. Babysitting a roly poly was not on my list of things I had hoped to get done today. I had just unpacked all of my bills that needed to be paid, laying them out on a large table while I searched for stamps at the bottom of my bag. Within a few minutes, I spotted Bobby Kim headed to the refrigerator to retrieve an ice pack for a downed peer. In his hand was a small stick with something balancing precariously on top. Helping out a friend was one thing, but this was going to be quite a challenge: how was one suppose to juggle a multi-legged creature on a stick while simultaneously opening a freezer door? I watched his first few attempts with mild amusement. After a third try, he sheepishly walked over and asked me with more than a hint of frustration in his voice, "Carla, can you..hold this...just for a minute?!" And that is how I came to be in possession of a ropy poly, one that was quickly striding across a piece of wood headed towards my arm. "Uh...Bobby...you better hurry up! He's on the move!" "That's because I've been teaching him how to walk the tightrope," he informed me. Bobby grabbed the ice pack and quickly rushed back over to rescue his new prodigy. And then, like a flash, both were gone. This is how we serve our community around here - we retrieve ice packs and watch each other's roly polies. Who says chivalry is dead?