Still, I did let the boys linger with the shaving cream at the table, making the letter "R" and various other pictures, longer than was strictly necessary. And they ate snack for what felt like eternity, but hey... when you've got 4 little boys occupied in a seated position and not yelling, it's a good idea to go with it as long as possible. ("Please, can I have more snack?" "Oh, heck yeah!")
And honestly, when story time came (clean up, clean up, everybody everywhere), the last 25 minutes of class, I was more than ready to sit down and have them quiet for a few minutes. So there they all sat (criss-cross, apple sauce!) on their little sticker-dots on the carpet, and I perched on one of the World's Smallest Chairs to read the stories (because old ladies like me have their whole lower body go to sleep when we sit criss-cross apple sauce). We'd barely made it through one story when a couple of kids started yelling at me to close my eyes. Which I cheerfully pretended not to hear. (Remember the creedo from Kindergarten Cop? Never turn your back on kindergarten? Same principle.) And then they were all yelling for me to close my eyes. And knowing these chanting situations have a tendency to mutate toward Children of the Corn, I took my chances and complied.
Next thing I knew, 8 little bodies slammed into mine and all these little warm arms were hugging me, little lips kissing my neck. Very cute. And totally rejuvenating. :)
Some days, subbing is like that.