NO NEED TO SCREAM!

Olle is a student in one of my all time favorite Pre-K classrooms.  She is non-verbal, but sometimes it's just not an issue.  For example, the other day a classmate ran up to Olle and took the toy she was playing with.  She rushed up to him, wagged her little finger in his face with a diva head toss and let loose a fierce stream of non-words.  In a panic, the "toy thief" ran up to the teacher: 
 "MS. PAULA!  MS. PAULA! OLLE SAID SHE GONNA KICK MY BUTT!"

Better Than HD TV...

 In an effort to help her students understand the abstract idea of time, one second grade teacher related time to television.  She explained to her boys and girls that 30 minutes is the amount of time their favorite TV shows last.  Jax quickly raised his hand and told the teacher his programs lasted 40 minutes because... he has a big screen TV.  Who knew?  The bigger the screen, the longer the show. 

It's a Riddle

Q:  How are a seashell and a drumstick the same?

  In music class this week one young student solved the riddle:

A:  "Wow! I can hear the ocean!"

No “Straws” Attached

Baby Lili’s mommy breast feeds her.  Lili’s auntie, who is in elementary school, was curious about this whole process. She just couldn’t figure out how how Lili actually got milk from her Mommy, until…..one day Auntie was chatting with Mommy when it was time for Lili to eat.  Being upclose and personal,  Auntie actually got to see how baby Lili latched on.  It was at that moment all Auntie’s confusion became crystal clear:  “Oh, there’s straws that pop out!”  Auntie exclaimed.

Smooth Talker

While pulling away from the park with a van full of kids Mama Jen notices that 8-year-old Aiden is riding without a seat belt:  Aiden Robert, why is your seat belt not on?  Knowing that he has made a serious error in judgement not buckling up first thing, he replies to his mama in his smooth talker voice, : Mama, why...why are you so beautiful?

Good Advice

While Mom was playing Play-doh with four-year-old Julia, she gave Mom some very important advice: "You shouldn't eat play-doh, because then you will get very sick and you won't be able to talk because you will be dead."
 
Thanks for the good advice, Julia! 

Tai Kwon OHHHHH...

My intellectual friend Aiden is currently in second grade.  He radiates joy.  I find his sweet, gentle spirit to be intoxicating. With the goal of increasing his confidence and self-discipline, Mom enrolled him in martial arts.  Recently, Aiden was matched with a sparring partner at Tai Kwon Do class.  First, he was to practice his new techniques on his partner.  He enthusiastically approached his partner, confidently using powerful jabs and kicks recently learned in class.  When "time" was called, partners switched.  Those that were making contact now received.  As his partner approached, Aiden began taking steady steps backward in order to avoid oncoming jabs and punches, which, I have to admit, sounded pretty smart to me. 
Unfortunately, Mom was not impressed with his moves.
After class Mom had a chat with Aiden. She explained to him that each sparring partner has to take a turn "receiving" blows to be fair.  There is no reason to be scared.  He looked right at her and said with a twinkle in his eye,  "I wasn't scared.  I was implementing strategies I learned the first day about making a distance when approached."
What Mom took away from this... It is seriously hard to win a "throw down" with an intellectual!    

Tooth Fairy Letter

Nine-year-old Jae pulled her lose tooth last night.  She planned to stay all night with her big sister, but was nervous the Tooth Fairy wouldn't know where to find her.  So....she wrote The Tooth Fairy this letter and left it on her bed.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

Last week nine-year-old MJ was frustrated about a situation at school.  She felt some classmates were not respecting her property.  So...she decided to send her teacher, Mrs. Lugge,  an e-mail discussing her concerns.  Her teacher read the e-mail, addressed the problem and made MJ feel a sense of empowerment.

Flash forward to this morning.  MJ and Mom jump into the car for the ride to school.  The backseat is covered with fast food wrappers and empty sacks. 

MJ:  What is going on with all the trash back here.
Mom:  Dad took my car yesterday to his baseball meeting.  Wasn't that nice of him to leave his trash for us?
MJ:  He does that all the time in his truck.
Mom:  Well, if he wants to do that to his truck that's fine, but I think he needs to respect my property.
MJ:   Maybe you should write a letter to Mrs. Lugge. 

Good Idea!!