Trumping Mother Goose

Date: April 19, 2010

Age/Gender: Male; 5 years

Locale:  Yellow Room; Conference room

Alias: B

Our preschool program is very lucky to have Connie Cook, from the Central Family Parent Information Resource Center, housed in our building.  Connie arranged for a few special visitors to travel from the front-range and join us at school today.  One of these visitors was no other than Mother Goose herself!

Our entire morning preschool session gathered together in the conference room to listen to Mother Goose sing and read to us.  In the middle of one of M.G.'s stories . . . our very active/currently bored little "B" leaned over and loudly blew raspberries on his teacher's arm.  He then sat up straight as a board, looked his teacher square in the face and yelled loudly, "Miss RAYMA!!!!  You FARTED!!!" 

Clearly, giggles erupted all around.  Poor Mother Goose had been outdone by the passing of "alleged" wind.  

Dear Dads; They ARE watching you!!!

Date:  Winter 2010

Age/Gender: Male; 3 yrs

Locale:  Orange Room (in the restroom)

Four child-sized urinals all in a row.

Four child-sized bare bums all in a row.

Suddenly, one of the four bare bums begins to shake . . . as does the entire little body.  Rather than shaking the one particular item that he has observed Dad shake . . . our little man held "it" still and shook his entire body.

*giggles* 

Be forewarned . . . your little people may not always get it right . . . but they ARE watching and emulating YOU DADS out there!!!

You Really Deserve Something

I'm going to deviate a bit from my "work" posting to share a stinking cute Facebook Status that my Sister-In-Law posted this week.  

My lil bro' and sis-in-law have five kiddos.  Their second to the youngest, "J," is a four-year-old, "unintentional" little comedian.  He makes me giggle on a regular basis . . . most often when his true intention is presented in an extremely serious manner.

4/5/2010  Exact Quote from my Sis-In-Law's Post-Easter F.B Status:

So my sweet 'J' (age 4) came up to me last night and said, "Mama you really deserve something for doing all this for us today."  I started to speak and he cut me off saying, "I'm not giving you something.  I'm just saying that you deserve something."  So I guess it really is just the thought that counts.  Wouldn't expect a 4 year old boy to part with his candy as a thank you anyway. 

 . . . this came from the same little guy that hours before was complaining to his mother than he didn't want to sit by his two-year-old little sister because, "She likes me tooooooooooo MUCH!!!"

Miss a-Panda

Date:  March 2010

Age/Gender: 5 year old little boy

Locale:  Red Room

Alias:  W

Sometimes our little people come up with some pretty cute pet names for their teachers.  One of my paraeducators informed me the other day that one of our kiddos has been addressing her as "school" when he wants something.  Our Miss Misti is regularly called "Miss T" and even "Miss Tiffi."  Throughout my first two years of teaching, I went by "Miss Melody."  My poor kiddos had one heck of a time pronouncing "Melody."  It regularly came out as something more to the effect of "Mew-o-wee."  So, two years into my teaching career, I became "Miss Mel," which, coming from some of my artic delayed kids, still sounds like "Miss Mouw." 

One of the cutest pet names however, has gone to our Miss Amanda this year.  Since the beginning of the year, our little "W" has addressed her as "Miss a-Panda."  He has been so consistent about it, that at times all of us co-workers refer to her as "Miss Panda" as well.  This pet name quickly grew on our "Panda" and she secretly fell in love with it (oh, yes, you know you did, Miss Panda *teasing/knowing, toothy-grin*).

A week or two ago, the class was getting ready to go outside and "W" addressed our "Miss a-Panda" as "Miss Amanda" as he was asking for her assistance.  She was shocked, dismayed, dumbfounded and even seemed to be slightly hurt that he had pronounced her name correctly!  She exclaimed to him, "W, I'm Miss a-Panda!  What happened to Miss a-Panda!?!?!?"  

W put on his serious, round little lecture face and proceeded to explain to our poor miss Amanda that, "You are getting bigger now.  It is time for you to grow up and be Miss Amanda.  You are not 'Panda' any more.  You have to be Amanda now.  BUT, you can't keep growing or you'll grow up way into the sky and the clouds and then you'd be a giant.  You just need to be Miss Amanda."  W then sped off to play, leaving a very heart-broken Miss Amanda in his wake.