"Good morning, teacher, how are you?" is what the children greet in unison when I enter the classroom. They stand at their desks attentively with their hands together. They sit down when I tell them it's ok and not before chiming 'thank you, teacher!' Now, don't be fooled. These children aren't anymore well behaved than kids anywhere else, but school formalities just look a little different here, and respect for teachers is simply a part of their hierarchical culture. 
I do enjoy teaching the grade twos and grades threes. I alternate between the two classes on a weekly basis. Josh does the same with the grade ones and fours. We have shamelessly fixed it so we may teach our very favourites. The grade twos bring me back to joy of stickers and the excitement of being chosen to be a 'helper'. The grade threes make me realize how easy I have it with the grades twos, and they make me laugh so much.
I am currently marking dictations from the grade three class in which I tested them on six words. Most of them did well, but I can't help but give even a little sticker to the ones who didn't do so well.
The kids here are truly beautiful and so funny. I'm serious whenever I tell someone that Josh and I would have returned here just for the kids. 
Just this morning at church, one of our grade 4 students, named Dalin, performed a traditional Khmer dance along with Pastor Sally and some of the women staff. Josh and I watched her feeling so proud and wishing that we would have brought our camera. It was only about twenty minutes later that the students must have been released from Sunday school early, and a couple of them stood behind Josh and I (we were sitting in the back row), clinging to our shoulders, massaging us and singing. Josh and I couldn't help laughing but we were also telling them to  be quiet, which we know always works well with kids.
I appreciate my relationship with the kids. I can be so task-oriented and as I rush past them during recess, on my short route to the office, they help me remember to stop and take a break to play.
But what means more than anything, is that the kids are learning about their God who made them, loves them and cherishes them everyday. In some of the classrooms we actually have a view of a Buddhist temple nearby, and it's with this temple in the background that the kids learn about Jesus, pray and sing songs to their Heavenly Father, who listens to every word.
I look at these kids and I see in Cambodia a new generation being trained up of lovers and leaders for Jesus, to love this world selflessly, preaching His gospel, and ushering in His bride.