First graders* are like J.M. Barrie’s pixie’s in that they only have room for one emotion at a time, and it’s all consuming. So, little kids don’t like their teacher, they love their teacher. Loudly. Within minutes of meeting them and finding out that they don’t have the Teacher from the Black Lagoon.
What’s cute is my kids this year don’t have much English and, while trying to find words to express how much they like me and why, have been telling me I’m “cute”.
*Second graders will also do this. I’m not sure about third. Fifth graders don’t.