Kimchi, not for me

Here we have an adorable little Korean girl reaching for what I had in my hands. (In this case, it was my camera. Sometimes it's my basket, a flashcard, a book, my smiley stamp used for motivation, or sometimes she wants me to fly her so it's just my arms.) I then captured the action shot of her jumping to get what I foolishly and stubbornly refused to give her. I cannot even begin to tell you how used I am to having kids literally hanging all over me. And I know that's a kid thing, it's just complicated by the language barrier. Like the time I had eight 4 year olds piled on top of me because I had stupidly pretended to be sleeping to illustrate a point. I was literally stuck underneath them, only being able to remove one or two from on top of me, and then one started tickling my feet. Honestly, I thought I was going to wet my pants. I don't even remember how I got them off me...I think I cried "Candy!" (I am so not joking.) Or the time I had four of the same four year olds hanging on from different positions on my neck. I couldn't breathe and couldn't tell them (as air is kind of necessary for speech). Luckily one of the Korean teachers came in and saw my red-turning-blue face and saved me.