Clothing Not Needed

Every day, we spend the last few minutes of third block getting ready for lunch. We pulled out the lunch trays and chopsticks, lined up to wash our hands, and set out to the sinks. Except for Jini. She took her sweet time setting up her tray and cup. When she finally meandered toward the door, something seemed amiss. She nearly made it into the hall before I figured it out. 


Half of this girl's clothing never left the back of the room. She kept her white shirt and white tights on, but her pink dress sat in a heap under her desk. If it weren't for the "I'm a sneaky genius" expression on her face, she probably would have gotten out of the room before I noticed. I do love the look of pride these kids have when they think up these things.