Yesterday and today I found myself working at the preschool. Lots of fun. Here are some of the conversations:
I was asking some of the kids yesterday about how the weekend went for them. A number of them talked about the ballon rally (an annual event in our town-pictures at the end as seen from the train station).
Boy M (3 years 5 months): I had a mommy weekend and a daddy weekend
Me: That sounds exhausting (not really sure what he ment by that)
Boy M: Yeah… *sigh* it was.
Same Boy M and Girl L (4 years 1 month) were running around the room in the morning talking about how they were going to get married. They came up to me and told me how excited they were to be getting married, I cogratulated them, and off they ran to Girl E (4 years 8 months-dressed as Cinderella) who promptly married them. Right after they got married they came to me:
Girl L: We just got married
Me: Congratulations! Are you excited?
Girl L: YES!
Boy M: I love you!
Girl L: I love you.
Boy M: Now we can have a baby!
Me: What are you going to do now?
Girl L: We’re going to go out to get icecream!
At morning meeting Mr S was telling abouthow he saw some ants move from one side of his yard to the other side. He had pictures and the kids were brainstorming why the ants may have moved. (This point in the school year they are talking bugs, insects and spiders.) Girl T (4 years 7 months) suggested that they moved “because they have legs.” Valid. Then the teachers asked how many of them have moved ever, and how did they move their stuff, and why. Boy A (4 years 6 months) said they moved “because we couldn’t afford the yucky house anymore.”
Today at the very start of the day some of the kids were playing in the sandbox-table-thing. Girl T, same as above, was whining that other kids were playing too, and that she needed all the sand. She used her whiny voice the whole conversation.
Me: T did you get much sleep last night?
Girl T: No, I didn’t!
Me: Why not?
Girl T: I was too excited for school.
I then explained to her why she needs to get good sleep at night before she comes to school so she can play nicely with her friends and share. I noticed that a light bulb seemed to go off in her head, and she made effort to be nicer, but she was just cranky. I asked what her mom says about sharing, her reply was, “that I need to be nice and not loud at nap time.”
While getting ready for morning meeting, Girl T came up to me holding out her hand in a fist…
Girl T: I hurt my hand
Me: Well then, appologize to your hand.
Girl T: (leaning in to her hand) I’m sorry.
Me: Give it a kiss
Girl T: she kisses it and sits down like that made it all better
After Nap time ended I was playing counting games with Girl A (3 years 4 months):
Girl A: Chinese
Girl A: Chinese
Girl A: Chinese
Me: In English, I don’t know Chinese.
Girl A: (rolls her eyes) one, two, three
Shortly after that, I was helping Boy M (from above) tie his shoes:
Boy M: (lifts his pant leg) look I have my pajamas on under my clothes
Me: Is that so you can be warm, or so you don’t have to change clothes as much?
Boy M: Yes. Do you have pajamas on? (lifts up my pant leg, and dissapointed by not seening them)
Me: No, but my pajamas have monkey’s on them.
Boy C (4 years 2 months): Are you going to wear them on pajama day?
Me: If I am here on Pajama Day, I will wear them.
Boy C: Cool! My Thomas (the Train) shirt has words that glow in the dark.
Boy L (4 years 4 months): My bed has Thomas on it.
Me: My bed has stripes. Blue and white stripes.
Boy C: Cool, do the stripes glow in the dark?
Me: No, but I can ask my husband if he wants me to make them glow in the dark.
Boy C: You have a HUSBAND? (very excited voice)
Boy C: Did you marry one?
Me: I married him and he became my husband.
Then the afternoon snack with the newlywedds from yesterday morning…
Girl L: I’m gonna marry my boyfriend
Boy M: I have a girlfriend
Me: I thought you two got married yesterday
Girl L: We did
Boy M: pokes her arm, softly
Girl L: DON’T touch ME
Mr S: They ARE married, aren’t they?
A few minutes later Girl L declares that when she is grown up she wants to be a CHEERLEADER….
Me: What an embarassing life’s ambition (not said to her, just another adult)