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I LOVE MY JOB!!!  We celebrated Asia today with an all school festival and I got to be the Indian representative with my friend and coworker Vida.  What a beautiful day.
I spent the hours painting bindi's and henna on eager children.  It really was a treasure of a day with so many smiling faces filled with wonder.  Here is a link to more photos.
After leaving work I stopped into Sprouts to pick up a few last minute groceries before the big snow storm.  I was treated to a number of questioning glances and was reminded how many adults have forgotten the simple joy of playful abandon.  I'm so grateful I work with these beautiful child-teachers daily because they never cease to remind me.

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