Pavlov Dogs?

garbage trucks sing here. like the ice cream trucks in america. except every time i hear an ice cream truck coming down the street, i get excited. now, i just know that i need to bring down my trash. it is a disappointment every night. and they keep singing..and singing..and singing. i can hear them for about 2 hours every night.

but the first payback as a teacher happened today! it is no wonder teachers keep teaching. i was teaching the concept of "favorites" and i had the smallest ones color while i went around the classroom having small conversations with them. not sure if they understood what we were doing at that time, but they did understand the body parts that we learned yesterday! i knelt down next to jared, a darling boy that never really seems to understand anything, and he started pointing at parts of my face and correctly identifying them! it might sound trivial and weird, but when yesterday i thought the 3 year olds would never understand what is what--i mean, they barely know it in their first language much less their second. the fact that jared could tell me what what on my face and that shawn can now spell his name (remember, they are 3!) makes me ridiculously happy. life is good. we will see how much they remember tomorrow...

and amy just taught one of her tutoring subjects the salsa. yeeaaa bringing the latin to taiwan.