eyore.

when i arrived she was crying. they were on their way out to play, which they always love because they can run and scream to their little hearts' content. but she was saying she didn't wanna go outside. "i want my daddy," she wailed, wringing her hands, tears running down her cheeks. i went into the classroom to put my bag down.

when i got outside, she wasn't crying anymore. she was being carried. a while later, she was a little subdued, but she wandered around, drifting from toy to toy. and then she was her bubbly self again.

i am sitting on the bench when she climbs up and stands behind me. "where's lucy?" i ask, pretending to look for her. "have you seen lucy, vera?" "she's right there!" vera says, pointing behind me. "where?" i ask again, turning my head around, but not looking back far enough to see her.

she giggles and peeks out from behind me. "oh, there you are!" i exclaim. "i was looking all over for you!" she laughs gleefully. "again!" she demands, going back into her hiding place. we play a few more rounds of our hide-and-seek.

"poo!" she says, suddenly.
uh-oh. "do you need to go potty?" i ask.
"no, poo! like honey," she explains.
"oh, winnie the pooh? the bear?"
she nods her head.
"that's right, he does like honey. do you know any of pooh's friends?"
"um... wabbit!"
"rabbit? that's right. who else?"
"tigger!" "yeah, tigger is one of 'em too. what does tigger do?"
"rawrr..."
"haha, not exactly. but who else?"
she just smiles at me.
"what about piglet?"
she nods her head.
"eyore? he's a donkey."
"hee-haw," she goes.
"well, eyore doesn't really say hee-haw, but donkeys usually do. eyore's always really sad and gloomy... he's not happy most of the time."

her eyes widen and she looks at me. "does he want his daddy too?" she asks, nodding understandingly.

i'm caught off guard. "yeah... yeah, maybe he wants his daddy too."