As part of the application process to enter our son into kindergarten at a highly recommended Catholic school two towns over, our family was to meet the headmaster priest for an interview. We came during a busy time of the school year, apparently, because the parking lot was completely full. My husband decided to drop our 5-year-old son and me off near the door while he found a parking spot across the street. We were running a bit late, so my son and I at least getting to the priest on time seemed like a good idea.
We had already been talking with the priest for a few minutes when my husband arrived. I thought things had been going well for us, and that my son was a shoe in for kindergarten entrance. We were a family who had it all together, after all. Until I noticed that my husband was empty handed. Read the rest of this entry
I was guest teaching a phonics lesson in my child’s kindergarten class when, as luck would have it, that day’s topic was the “uck” family. The objective was for the students to come up with and write down words Read the rest of this entry
More stories from Cecilia:
1. While passing a bird’s nest around for my students to touch and explore, one of my students raises her hand: “Shouldn’t we all wash our hands after we touch this?” I assured her that was the plan, and one student raises her hand, “How come we need to wash our hands after touching birds’ nests? Are there little toilets in birds’ nests?” Another student shakes his head and rolls his eyes, “No way. Birds poop on cars!” Read the rest of this entry
Special thanks to my dear friend Cecilia for providing these.
1. During “news time” one day, one of my students–the most “drama queen” of all drama queens–at her turn to share exciting or interesting news, stands up, and eyes squinted, determined look on her face says to the class, “Listen up, mortals, and hear me well!” Not having planned what else she was going to say, pauses a bit nervously and breaks into an impromptu tune: (pointing her finger at all the boys in the circle) “I will be marrying one of you boys in this room one day. Not sure which yet, but I have never been married before.” Read the rest of this entry
When reading, my daughter sometimes mixes up her b’s and d’s. When this happens I’ll say, “What’s the word?” She usually then looks again and corrects herself. Today she came across the word “ditch.” Naturally, this would be a word for which she’d mistake the d for a b. When she said the word incorrectly, I, with a straight face, said, “What’s the word?” She apparently this time took my question to mean, “I can’t hear you.” So, instead of correcting herself, she yelled, “Bitch!”
My son did that once with “ship”. I have no idea why he was confused with “p” and “t”, but with that, I could not keep a straight face. He was so determined and proud of himself for reading the word…nice and loud. I smiled really big, trying to keep from bursting out in laughter, but he corrected himself when I asked him to look at the letters again. I’m glad he didn’t ask what the other word meant.” Gina, mother of 8
I was driving two of my sons and my son’s friend home from school one day. The friend was in the passenger seat listening as the boys in the back passed back and forth a bag of Skittles. My younger son, however, wasn’t quite able to pronounce the “sk” sound. He kept asking his brother to pass the “Shittles.” The poor boy in the seat next to me wanted to be polite, but was obviously having trouble keeping his composure. Finally I told him, “It’s okay. You can laugh. I know it’s funny.” Betsy, mother of 6