Mornings around here are crazy. I would assume they are no more crazy than any other family. Yet, I am routinely surprised when we get out of the door by 8am, we all have clothes on and our hair is brushed.
To appreciate the rest of the post, as a good teacher, I need to give some background knowledge. If you have ever read any of Lemony Snicket's books in the Series of Unfortunate Events, you will know that the author goes to great lengths to teach youngsters new vocabulary words. We are currently reading these books to our students at school right now. Lemony Snicket will write a sentence such as this (borrowed from the website of Lemony Snicket and his books):
"The three Baudelaire children lived with their parents in an enormous mansion at the heart of a dirty and busy city, and occasionally their parents gave them permission to take a rickety trolley-the word "rickety," you probably know, here means "unsteady" or "likely to collapse"-alone to the seashore, where they would spend the day as a sort of vacation as long as they were home for dinner."
These type of sentences occur about once per page or two. They make the book pretty fun to read. I have not read these books to Heather, but the following post will now be of more interest to you as it was to me.
Well, one day this week was as typical as any other. We are all dressed and out the door... by 8:15. Yes, we are running a little late. I mention that we got dressed, but I haven't quite gotten to hair yet. Heather, as usual, has dressed herself in another one-of-a-kind ensembles: She is wearing her purple sleeveless beach dress cover up that Bill bought for her in Florida this year, black with white polka dots leggings, and black, sparkly sandals. So, as we are standing in front of daycare, I mention to Heather that I need to fix her hair.
"Stand still for a minute so I can fix your hair."
"Ok Mommy."
As I am fixed her hair on our beautiful early summer day, around 70 degrees, Heather says,
"I'm freezing!"
To which I reply in my motherly voice, "No you aren't. It's not that cold out. You're fine."
"Mommy, freezing can mean two things: It can mean that I'm cold, but it can also mean that I'm standing very still. And, right now I'm freezing so you can do my hair."
I guess it may be time to start reading her Lemony Snicket instead of D.W.'s Guide to Preschool.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
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