Here’s something months-old from my draft folder. It’s all I have the energy for. My youngest is six, so I am very surprised to find myself in the woes of a first trimester all over again. I’ve not been so attentive of mine or other’s blogs lately. Please forgive me.
Girl Student (teary eyed): My finger really hurts…
Me (blowing a kiss onto her finger): There we go! When I taught kindergarten a couple years ago, every time I blew a kiss on someone’s owie then it healed VERY soon. My students said my boo-boo kisses were like magic! I sure hope I still have my touch!!
Girl Student (rubbing her finger): Nope. You don’t have it anymore.
(A few minutes later…)
Girl Student (smiles apologetically and whispers): Oh, never mind what I said…I guess you really DO still have the touch!
Me: YAY!!! I’m so happy to hear that I haven’t lost it!
Girl Student: Alright, Tiger, now don’t get TOO excited!
Having just finished our Oregon Trail unit before spring break, I took down the posters and returned borrowed items to teachers to start fresh after break. One of my boys brings a piece of an old prairie schooner wheel and a few other Oregon Trail related things to share today, our first day after the break. He says to me, as he’s packing up, “When I get really interested in a unit we’re studying **I** will be the one to decide when we’re done studying it!”
One of my girls brought a paper snowflake she’d made to show me. Me: Wow! That’s beautiful! Is that the first one you’ve ever made? Girl: *sighs* No, I’ve actually made a few at home and tried to put them on my cat for clothes, but she doesn’t want to wear them.