Five days a week I am bombarded by 20 mini-Koreans who insist on touching my hair, holding my hand, hanging off of my arms, and doing a million else other "skinship" things little mini people do.

And then I spend three afternoons a week dealing with similar mannerisms but it's funny cause instead of me being on the recieving end it's me on the giving end.

My daycare mini-Koreans have turned me into one of those touchy-feely, I-can't-stand-beside-a-student-without-touching-their-arm kind of teacher... hahaha. Consequently, I've become extra silly. This is me at work. I'm a paid professional kid.