That's totally an unfair accusation. I half-crippled myself by wearing my normal teaching shoes after a summer of being away. I should remember next spring to fold a post it note in the right one: CHELSEY, START WITH CROCS. Sure, they're ugly and awkward, but even lazy feet can handle an eight-hour shift chasing monsters while wearing crocs.
Although, it could also be because I was in the two-year-old room today. I don't have any clue how they convince adults to work in an two-year-old environment for a living. I don't think I was off my knees all day- the minute I'd get above their eye level, something would happen and I'd have to get back down there to sort it out. Which made setting the table for lunch interesting, let me tell you. Turns out, hot dogs still roll like anything on a paper plate- technology has not advanced far enough to offer us non-cylindrical hot dogs at an affordable price.
Speaking of tech advancements, Star Trek is playing on our tv tonight. Holy heck, Wesley is playing with an Ipad. Starships are right around the corner, people! And little hypospray things to knock out your foot pain with a wisp of air. And one assumes the synthesizers will pop out a mean hot dog prism, Chicago-style.
