Beads

Peter brought a wooden bead bracelet today. Sometimes he wore it on his wrist, sometimes he wore it like an anklet. It even briefly hung over his entire ear. But most often, he just played with it. At some point when he should have been in his chair, Peter appeared in front of my face.


"Teacher, go like this," he instructed and held out his index finger. I hesitated and then complied. When I did, he slipped his bracelet onto my finger.


"Dum dum duh-dum..." 


After singing the beginning of The Wedding March, he announced to the class, "Teacher is my bride!"