Beasties

Well, the school year has officially begun, and as expected, I still haven't heard from a school. I'm not surprised though, in terms of supply teaching, since no good teacher would take a day off during the first two weeks of the school year...

Thus, I have no stories to share yet. However, many of my good friends are teaching and one, who teaches jk/sk gym, has been gracious enough to share with me a lovely kindie story. Here it is, and I quote:

I take them outside today and of course it so happens that the big blue truck that empties the big blue dumpster arrives just as I have finally gotten their attention (which is difficult to get from 4-year-olds).

So, as often occurs in teaching, I abandon trying to get their attention and encourage them to leave the circle that they are in and to come huddle at the side of the school to watch the garbage truck.

No sooner have they gathered around me, do I feel a tug on my shorts. A little boy looks up at me with fear in his eyes and ultimate concern for my well being and says, "Don't go too close to the big blue bin, there's beasties in there!".

Beasties. I'm racking my brain. What have this poor child's parents been telling him lives in the dumpster?

"Beasties?" I ask, stalling for time.

"Yeah, you know, beasties, they sting you."

"OHHHHHHHHH. Do you mean bees, honey?"

"Yeah. Beasties. The little bugs that sting you."

Lesson learned. Watch out for beasties by the big blue bin.

:)