kindies - part two

Here are two more little stories that came out of those few kindergarten days I had.

They both took place during "activity time". In kindergarten, as I'm sure you can remember, there is lots of time to play. And there are lots of different little stations you can go to play in. Places like the sand box, the painting, the blocks, and the play-house. So, at activity time, the kids are all scattered about the room, doing their own thing, and my job is essentially to make sure they aren't pulling each other's hair out, or stuffing things up each other's noses or anything like that. So I walk past a few little boys building things with the blocks. As they drive their little toy trucks around the construction site they've created, one starts to sing, "I believe I can fly", and the others join in. "I believe I can touch the sky" they sing together. Not Barney, or Fred Penner or Raffi - these four year old boys are singing R Kelly. Hilarious. Adorable. It sounds a bit like Alvin and the Chipmunks.

So I continue on my way, and come to the play-house. There are, not surprisingly, two little girls playing there. I overhear them and stop to listen. Of course they notice me and come over to explain what's going on.

"Our husbands are always late," the one tiny girl says. "Every day. Every day they are late for supper. They come home late from work."

"Oh no!" I respond, going along with it of course.

"Yes. So now they are fired. " I interpret this to mean they can no longer be their husbands because the wives are firing them. Which was very funny.

Clearly the other little girl is similarly confused, "We're going to get fired!" she cries.

But, to clear it up, the other one continues, "They're fired," she says again, "we called their bosses".

"Oh!" I say, very amused, but trying not to make it too obvious that I'm laughing at them. Two little miniature wives, so upset about their husbands constantly being late for supper that they call their husbands' bosses and get them fired so they won't be late any more!! So funny. How do their little brains come up with this stuff?

kindies - part one

So I've been to three kindergarten classes in the past three weeks, and yes, as promised, they have provided material for the blog. Todays events were short but sweet.

When the kids first come in, during attendance, apparently the teacher always says hello to each child, and they are supposed to say hello back in a creative way. So I tried it. Many didn't say anything, and barely looked up at me when all the other kids pointed to them to let me know they were here. Others said a shy but cute "hello". One pointed to his elbow and said "I have a boo-boo on my elbow hello". No pause. Just as if it all went together like any other normal sentence. Still one other said, with a karate chop, "hie-yah! hello". These were all really amusing. Luckily I had a co-op student in the room (who tipped me off about this little routine) who I could laugh with about their funny responses. But let's not forget the several kids who said "bow-chicka-bow-wow hello". Yes, they are in kindergarten. Obviously this is a thing for them. They think it's pretty funny and I really can't argue. Hilarious.

During the course of the day, it became clear that a lot of kids would rather just call me teacher, or shout "excuse me!" than saying my name. I never thought of it as an exceptionally difficult name to remember, or say or anything, but maybe that's the problem. Anyways, one little girl ventured an attempt, and called me Mrs. Happywood. I actually got her to repeat it so I could be sure. Mrs. Happywood! Isn't that great?

As much as I can't honestly say "I love the kindies", because they are so stinkin' picky about everything being done the right way, in the right order, with the right song and dance to go along with it, no one can deny that they are adorably hilarious.