Crazy Children

As part of my participation in the social action committee myself and three other members went to the local kindergarten and helped out for half a school day every few weeks. There was a roster, and this time it was my turn.

The young children screamed and stamped around me while the others tried to enforce order. I'd never particularly liked children because every time I was around them, somehow or other I ended up accidentally hurting one and they would cry and I would get in trouble.

This one kid was running around me, kicking and punching and jeering at me. It took every shred of my self-control to not twist his ear around and make his squeal and cry. How I hated whiny kids.

Todd touched my shoulder.

"Maybe you should try going with them instead of fighting them," he suggested.

"How do you propose I do that?"

"Take them outside and play tiggy; promise them a story and food if they behave."

I stood up and walked outside. Heads turned as I yelled out for attention.

"We're playing tiggy!" I yelled. "First three people to me are it!"

After they were all outside and paying attention, it was easy to point to three people and let them all run around like crazy people. I watched for a moment, before the other three members ran up to supervise, and went back inside. Todd was waiting for me.

"See how much easier it is?" he said. "Now we should pick a story and fruit for when the kids get tired."

We wandered around the bookshelves for a bit before picking out a book and we got out some chopped fruit from the kindergarten fridge. It took half an hour for the kids to become tired and come inside. They demolished the food and all sat down for a story. Todd held my hand as I read and his confidence became my confidence. I knew not to expect an apology from the midget kid who hit me but I couldn't stop sneaking glares at him. Like all little kids, he feigned innocence and I had to pretend it never happened.

"Be calm, darling," Todd whispered after I'd finished reading and the others were leading the kids in craft. "You look like a Wraith Queen when you're angry and I much prefer you as a human."

I chuckled and fiddled with his hair. He made a noise and I swear he was purring.

What would i do without him?