We are reading The Tale of Peter Rabbit for school. After reading it the first time, we are discussing how Mrs. Rabbit has four bunnies and we have four kids in our family. I ask the kids if we have a “naughty” Peter Rabbit in our family. My oldest daughter jumps up with her hand in the air… Read the rest of this entry
During a sharing of the story of George Washington and the apple tree, I paused and asked my students, when we came to the word ‘hatchet’: “Does anyone know what a hatchet is?” One of my girls, ever eager to share, raised her hand, Read the rest of this entry
My second-grade daughter came home from school one day saying, “I saw the nudity today!”
We said, “…What?!”
“I saw the nudity.”
New tactic: “Say it again, slooowly.” Read the rest of this entry
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
When my daughter started first grade, I asked her if she was enjoying school. After her answer to the affirmative, I inquired what she liked most. “Recess” was her response. I pointed out that she has “recess” at home all the time, so why was that her favorite?
Finally she declared: “Because I don’t have to empty the dishwasher, clean my room, or make the teacher’s bed!”
Julie, mother of 6