Me Amigo

This week I have set out to become the worlds top teacher. I've decorated my classroom, picked out games, learned a few chords on the guitar and made name tags for my ten little three-year-olds. On one of my walls I put up a Precious Moments border (or something equivilantly cheesy) and a poster of Mexico. I decided that my class is going to have an 'adopted' student. My very own beloved Diego. I cannot believe it has been almost six months since Diego first entered my life. Who knew that one little missions trip to a Mexican orphanage could put such a strong desire in me to break the law. I mean seriously, if it wasn't horribly illegal and completely inappropriate, I would go all ninja-like across the border and steal Diego for my very own. Too bad all we had in common was zurburts. I could laugh with him for hours until he would start his prolific little chatter in spanish... and then I was lost. The way he would talk to the air, though made me convinced he is going to be a preacher. Or a telemarketer. Either way, all I know is that I miss him. Dearly. Who would have guessed? I leave the country and fall in love. At least I can look at his picture every day I teach and maybe, just maybe, get the go-ahead from God to covertly kidnap him and keep him in my closet until hoarding illegal alien (children) becomes smiled upon by the government...