New Years Shopping

Tonight, as I strolled the isles at Target looking at all the cute home decor, I heard a small voice calling for his mom. This boy wans't lost, just playing hide and seek, don't be alarmed. After searching for a few isles (he's walking towards me), I think he started to get at little fearful because he called out to his mom, "Ok. I'm going to use my sense of smell to find you now!" Priceless, and what do you know? It worked.

Who is a Dad?

In the recent weeks, it has come to my attention that there is a serious relationship barrier for the vast majority of the kids in my class. I was given a very artfully crafted paper with the instructions to give it to my dad, which I of course did. As I was presenting this piece of treasure to my actual dad, he posed the question, "Did this little boy mean for me to give his work of art to my husband, Josh?" When given the artwork, I did ask a carefully thought out clarifying question to determine whether my dad, or my husband was to receive the gift. Response: my dad. Then, today, the same little boy gifted another piece of his art to Tess's dad, and since she is only 4, there was no question who the recipient would be. So, I decided to do a little more investigating. During lunch, I grabbed my family photo, and asked the kids to point to which guy in the picture was my dad. I'd guess 85% of the kids pointed to Josh, my husband. The kids who waited to answer picked up that maybe he wasn't really my dad and pointed to my real one. Maybe they're just better at distinguishing age...who knows. I tried to explain the difference between my dad, who raised me, and Josh, my husband that I am married to, except I didn't mention the word marriage or married because the really don't get it even more than dad's and husbands.

The difference is: My dad helped me grow up from a little girl to a big girl. My husband is my very best friend that I didn't meet until I was big, and now we're in love, and I wear rings on my finger to show that we love each other. Their complacent stares assured me that I had made little progress. They're hung up on me not living with my mom, so of course the guy I do live with, is my dad, and the me not having kids thing contributes a little to this mix up, too, I think.

Welcome Back!

In my anticipation for school to start after a week long Thanksgiving break, I expected little hilarity Monday, especially on such a rainy day. Much to my surprise, this group of kids surpassed my expectations with these little treasures.

I was taught a new song during potty patrol. I was standing just outside the doorway of the bathroom, when I hear this catchy little tune, (I will gladly sing it for anyone who requests a reenactment)
"I see your hiney,
 So bright and shiny.
 You better hide it,
 Before I bite it."
I walk in and see sweet Tess, pants down, bobbing around, watching her show in the mirror that is conveniently located on the wall opposite of the toilet. Immediately, I asked her, "Tess, will you please teach me that song?!" Obviously, my wish was granted. After school that afternoon, I told Tess to tell her dad what song she taught me. She whispered what song she had sung, to which he replied, "We are famous for all the wrong reasons."

And, while that story has enough funny to stand on it's own it didn't stop there. I learned, from Ivan, that 'Silent Night' is about a flag that goes around. The girl set of twins told me that their Mom is Christmas now, or something relatively similar about their Mom now being Christmas somehow. It was on a much higher level of thinking than I'm used to. Tess has also begun to fret that Santa will not bring her anything, because her aunt gave her the Barbie that she was wanting; and even though she would like a pillow pet, Santa will not bring her one since she already got the Barbie. It is getting very dramatic! I have also heard so many references to making a Christmas list in the last 2 days, that I just quit keeping track of who said what. It will be December tomorrow. Tomorrow, and I've lost track of everyone's Christmas wishes. Ho ho ho.

Thanksgiving Feast

Happy Thanksgiving! (early)

Here are some things to get you in the mood for the holiday:

While reading a Thanksgiving story, Tess asked Mrs. Penny why the boy had polka dots on his face. He wasn't sick, he just had some freckles. ha

I asked one of the more creative minds how pumpkin pie is made. You need some sugar, carrots, salt, crust, and then mix it up. Voila! Pumpkin pie. I can almost taste it. :)

We had a black out pep rally this morning, where all the lights are out and the cheerleaders distributed glow sticks to all the kids. You would've thought it was Christmas. Shrieks of joy deafened our ears. One 1st grader behind me, blew up her glow stick from bending it too much. Glow juice was everywhere. My kids kept whacking each other in the head while cheering for the cheerleaders and football players. I had to discourage my broken-legged girl not to chew on her glow stick. She didn't think it would poison her, but then again, what do I know?

Great send off into Thanksgiving break. What a boring week a head for me...

Questions Answered

If you have ever wondered why your arm feels tired after a nap, Dr. Ivan has figured it out. It may be the result of too many doughnuts. Of course!

If you have ever wondered who can save the world, Ivan the conqueror has the solution. His Pawpaw, and Uncle Zackie have guns, so they can save the world. We are so lucky!

If you've wondered the most fun way to wake up a classroom of 3 and 4 year olds-- banging an empty coffee can drum and shaking a tambourine may be that. I was encouraged to try this method today. The result: giggles, smiles, and kids who sleep right through it. Amazing!

If you have ever wondered why the tip of a toothpick is red-ish after poking a blueberry-- it's bleeding.

Pilgrim Hats

We made pilgrim hats after rest, today. Ivan (I know) was struck by the beauty of one of the little girls, Maria. He told her she looked so pretty, and also said, "Maria, you just have to marry me.", as he followed her around the room. Upon hearing this, sweet Tess asked Karl (the one who calls me Miss Jedika) to marry her. Unfortunately, he declined her offer. "I don't want to marry you, Tess!" She took it well...she got distracted and forgot about her rejection in moments. Kids are so resilient.

As I have claimed before, the bathroom is where it is the funniest. The children involved will be remain nameless, you'll see why. When the kids woke up from rest time, one boy had had an accident, so I sent him into the bathroom to change. One little girl slipped in the bathroom to relieve herself. When I walk in the boy is pant-less, and the little girl is sitting on the toilet. Could be worse, right? I quickly block the girl from seeing "something", and get his extra clothes out...underwear first. Then I notice the small spot on the bottom of his shirt. Full wardrobe change. The boy whips his shirt off as I'm getting his pants unfolded, so he's just in his undies; the girl is ready to wash her hands but frozen on the stool, in curiosity. Standing on the stool gives her enough height to notice the pant-less boy. Thus the following question, as the boy's back is turned to her, "What is in the front?"
Boy: "Legs."
Girl: "Of your whole body..."
Boy: "Oh, you mean my race cars?" (the pattern of his underwear)
She was instructed to wash her hands the fastest she ever has in her short life, and I'm left wondering how she noticed his nudity around my body sitting on a stool, too. Tricky kids.

Brothers

Friday, our prayer warrior, Ivan, thanked God for his two new best friends. "And thank you God that Kevin and Kameron and me are best friends, now. In Jesus name, Amen". Precious! And, because his new best friends are twins, he told me this morning that he would also like a twin brother... bahaha Good luck, little friend!

Speaking of the twins, they have this sweet little habit of referring to each other as "your brother" when they talk about each other. So, if Kevin falls and Kameron comes to tell me, he would say, "Your 'brudah' fell.". Usually I ask, if my "brudah" did whatever they're telling me, and they go right along with it. It's like I've been made an honorary family member. :) Similarly, they tell each other, "Kevin, your daddy is here.". So, it extends to their parents, too. I chuckle every time they do that.

Ivan

Ivan has been quite the funny man lately. He's always got something worth posting, so why not dedicate a whole post to this kid?

I have been given permission by Ivan's mom to post this story.
Monday, all the way down the hall to chapel, Ivan was singing "Ima Be" by the Black Eyed Peas. Hilarious. One of the kids walking behind him asked why he was singing that song, which I'm sure this kid had no clue what song it was to begin with. Ivan explains he's singing the song because it's like his mom's name. It kind of does, because Ivan's last name begins with a 'B', too. So, when I tell Ivan's mom, she tells me the background. Ivan has heard a version of "Ima Be" made up by a few college students who call Ivan's mom Momma B. Hence, the song sounding like his mom's name. If you ask him to sing "Ima Be" to you, he'll gladly oblige you.

It has also come to my attention that Ivan is the secret boyfriend of several of the little girls in my class. He has no idea. The mom's of the little girls are starting to come clean about this Ivan love-fest. I mean, he is a really fun kid. He's funny, nice to everyone, can break-dance, and has been caught singing Justin Bieber tunes... What more could a girl ask for?! :)

He also knows how to wink, which I discovered yesterday, when I caught him winking at me. And he wasn't trying to joke anyone... You might say he was flirting a little. Ivan, you rascal.

Snarky Comments

You know those times when you ask a rhetorical question, and someone answers anyway. Yeah, 3 year olds always answer, too. And I know their intent isn't to be smart alecks. I mean, you can't blame them, they love to show off their smarts.

Example 1: It was one of those days when the kids must have had straight sugar for breakfast, and we're feeling more rambunctious then usual. They were not listening for anything, so Mrs. Penny posed the question, "When Mrs. Penny is talking, are you supposed to be talking?"; the kids chorus, "No". So, then she asks them, just to be clear, "Who else should be talking while I'm talking?". The answer: "God". (I turned around and excused myself to the bathroom to laugh.)

Example 2: Every month the kids are taught a new memory verse or two, so November 1, we began to learn Psalms 118:1 "Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever." Mrs. Penny asked the kids when God's love will end, hoping for an answer about His love lasting forever. Nope. A little girl pipes up and says that God's love will end today . A rewording was in order, I think.

Pocahontas

 Since it's now November, and we have a new theme in the classroom-- Thanksgiving, it seems somewhat appropriate to watch Pocahontas. That may have been a wrong assumption based off the reaction I witnessed this afternoon. During the part where Kocuom sneaks up on Pocahontas and John Smith and the scuffle ensues, then Kocuom gets shot...whew...I heard this little whimper directly behind me, basically in my ear, of one of the little girls. (in a whisper) "Oh no, he is dead. He is killed!". As she is whimpering about the dead Indian warrior, another little girl, Tess*, began to exclaim, "Oh dear! Pocahontas's necklace is......broken!" What extreme reactions! :)

Also during the movie, while watching Gov. Rattcliff was ranting about savages, another little girls says to me, "I think he should get a yellow card. He is not being kind." Of course there was a chorus of "He needs a yellow card!" from all the other kids. I think they're learning.

*Name changed

Boobies, Babies, and Bodies

It has been an inappropriate day at Harding Academy Pre-K. I started the morning by attempting to explain what boobies are for... My explanation was that they help feed babies when they are born, which then prompted the question, "Well, did you used to have a baby?"
Me: "No, I don't have a baby."
Boy: "But did you used to have one?"
Me: "No, I didn't used to have one."
Boy: "....oh." So what I get from that is that I'm not supposed to have boobs because I don't have a baby, since that's what they're for. Oh brother. 

Then, at recess, half of my class (one boy included in the count) were pregnant, aka put balls under their shirts and pretended they had "babies in their bellies". At random moments during play, they would birth the babies, and come running up to me to proudly show their baby/ball off. I asked each girl what kind of baby they had, meaning boy or girl. One girl had a purple one, another had a blue baby and another had an orange one. The little pregnant boy didn't really want to chat about his baby, but did tell me he had bad labor pains when I asked. Poor guy.

And to close the afternoon, as I was trying to wake up booby boy from rest, I look over in the direction of the bathroom to find a half naked child standing there attempting to get the entire class's attention. Thankfully, everyone was extra concentrated on their weaving project and didn't notice. I rushed over and whisked him back into the bathroom, as he laughed the whole way there and while I told him that he must pull his pants up before re-entering the classroom. Definitely avoided an interesting show and tell. Yikes!

What a day!!

Football

In honor of the MIGHTY victory for the Missouri Tigers last night, I thought a little football story would be appropriate. After the kids wake up from rest, they do an activity at the tables, then play in a center until snack. My set of boy twins often gravitate to the plush football and play a game. One will be the snapper, the other will be the quarterback; the snapper says, "Putt, putt!", instead of "Hut, hut.". Then, they'll run around and try to fake each other out, then pass it, and "score" a touchdown. To which they cheer, "Touchdown Arkansas!" Their athletic abilities far surpass any other 3 year old I've ever encountered, so professional sports may very well be in their future...

These two sweet boys also say my name differently, as I discovered last week. I am Mrs. Khessica, with an emphasis on the 'i' sounding like 'eeeeeeeeeeee'. They also speak in a very high pitch when they need my immediate attention. Once at Wal-mart, I heard their little voices calling my name from across the check-out isles-- that's the best!

Sunday Special

In commemoration of the first day of the week, Sunday, I thought I would share a funny that happened in chapel a few weeks ago, which slipped my mind until today. I was holding one of the little girls, as our principal, Mr. Teague, was giving the devotional thought on verses pertaining to baptism. During his talk, he say something along the lines of being washed in the waters of baptism, to which my little friend whispers loudly in my ear, "I don't need to get baptized, I already had a bath this morning."

A second Sunday thought, one of the mom's told me Friday, that her little boy prays for me every night. That just fills my heart, and assures me that I really do have the best job in the world. :)

Hidden Treasures

As I was rummaging through my purse this afternoon looking for my mom's key's, I found a folded post-it note with 2 funnies written on it. Happy Saturday!

Funny 1: Our bathroom is situated next to the sink/counter/cabinets/ mini-fridge in a nook to the back side of the classroom. One side of the refrigerator is adjacent to the bathroom door. While the kids wait for their turn to go to the bathroom, they have the option to play with the magnets. A magnet option is to mix and match the clothing and heads some cartoon bears. As one little girl, who is extremely dramatic, is always singing a song, or playing a make-believe game, was playing with the bear magnets. She turns to me and says, "These are naughty bear magnets. They are beary, beary naughty." And a small half smile creeps on her face. She totally knew she was making a joke. :)

Funny 2: This story involves ole Ivan. He runs up to me, panting and says, "I need a band-aid for my mouth because I blew out a stick and it's on fire now." Apparently, his stick was a torch, or candle, or firework, and he blew the fire out, therefore, his mouth was on fire. Of course, you may have a band-aid for that!

Early Halloween

Yesterday, in class, Mrs. Penny asked the kids what they were going to dress up as for Halloween. There were many Transformers, princesses, and cheerleaders; but there was one lone cricket! Hahaha I can't even remember which kid said that, although I do remember that it was a girl...weird.

Also on a bit of a Halloween note, one of my little girls, who I have mentioned before, Karly, needed some help putting her shoes and socks on, which is pretty normal after rest time. She always makes a comment about her feets not wanting to wake up. I told her to tell them to wake up, and she did. Before I share her comment, let me mention how sweetly she speaks to people. For example, one morning I overhear her telling her best friend in the class, "Girl! You rock! You're a rockstar!" Her face is extremely animated when she tells stories or anytime she's speaking. She wears darling outfits, and always a bow in her hair. I mean, this little girl is the epitome of "Sugar and spice and everything nice; that's what little girls are made of." So imagine my surprise when Karly wakes her feet up by saying, "Feets! Wake up!", in a growly monster voice, and then keeps talking to me that way. I was beside myself in laughter, to say the least!

Scissors

A lesson on why scissors in the wrong hands (almost literally) are dangerous.

Scenario 1: The task on hand is to cut out a cowboy hat. One little girl puts off the cutting task as long as possible. Does all the coloring, one can do, until I look over and there is red stuff all over her lip and chin crack. Inside, I am desperately hoping she taste-tested a marker, a red marker. I approach her and ask what is on her chin. She shrugs her shoulders and looks at me with huge, innocent eyes, but, I'm no fool. So, I ask if she cut her lip. Again, she denies it and I take a closer look at her lip. Sure enough, there is a small 'v' shaped cut, leaking blood. I escorted her to the bathroom to provide care for that silly little girl's poor lip, with a firm reminder that scissors are for cutting paper, not body parts (easy to confuse, I know).

Scenario 2: One of my more rambunctious boys likes to "trick" me that he's doing something he's not supposed to be doing. For instance, cutting his hand with his scissors. Now, does that spell out the rest of the story, or does it? He "tricked" one too many cuts and sliced the webbing between his thumb and forefinger pretty good. Which resulted in fearful eyes, brimming with tears. I think he shocked/ scared himself when he really cut himself. Needless to say, he doesn't trick me when there's a cutting activity. Mostly, I'm glad he didn't pretend to cut his neck.

Band-aid's all around!!

Romance

It's come to my attention that some clarification must be done, as a classroom romance has become a daily hot topic to eavesdrop. The classroom Casanova is a little guy named, Ivan*. His biggest admirer is a precious girl, Karly*. She has openly proclaimed her love for Ivan multiple times, calling him her boyfriend. She'll shoot him loving glances, and sigh while talking about him.

Things to a negative turn, as they had a spat during center time. Exact words weren't available, however the apology was overheard--sort of.
Ivan: Karly, I'm sorry. Can I still come to your birthday? I still like you.
Karly: Of course! It's ok, Ivan! (while patting him on the arm, very dramatically)

It has also been noticed that Ivan has been flirting with other girls.... the little sister (by a year-ish) of one of my other students, whom he very slyly sauntered up to and either tried to see how tall he was compared to her, or to kiss her. Either way, it was weird looking-- suspicious, to say the least. This little sister's dad, says to me, "I think it's about time I put my foot down." Can't make this stuff up.

*names changed

A Day of Treasures

Some days are filled with many precious moments, and others nothing to write home about, however today was a GOOD day for silly quotes, so let's just cut to the chase...

"Mrs. Jess, you look good. You look good." Yes, said by a sweet little boy, after I shed my warm sweater, and adjusted my shirt. Apparently, I looked self-conscious. It's nice to know I have a friend...who is 3. :)

Future professions of one of my little girls: Mermaid. Another little girl wants to be a cheerleader when she's 10 and a princess when she's 20.

The kids were talking about age for some reason during lunch, so I asked how old they thought I am...the consensus: 45, maybe 43. They seemed to be more shocked when I told them I'm 23. Go figure.

A funny little conversation I overheard during center-time:
Boy 1: Well, you can't come to my birthday party.
Boy 2: That is not nice!
Boy 1: If you know, "God is bigger than the boogie man", then maybe you can...
Boy 2 sings all the words, as Boy 1 chimes in....with arms around each other, thus Boy 2 is invited to the birthday party, and me, too, because I hummed along.

And this last one is technically from yesterday, but too priceless to leave out. One of the little boys half-way wakes up early from rest time, looks around and then focuses on me. "Mrs. Jess....are there bugs on my bed? Are there bugs on my bed? Are there bugs on my cot?!" Said at an increasingly rapid pace and more worried each time. I assured him there were no bugs, and he proceed to ask if he could go to the bathroom once reassured. Bless his terrorized little heart!

Impairments

Today, I was helping our poor, broken legged friend in the bathroom, which just means I help her balance in between pulling her pants up and down. Her bloomers got stuck on her cast because she insisted on pulling them all the way down, over her cast. (Ok, kid, do what you want.) So, being the kind teacher I am, I help her pull the bloomers up, and she exclaims, "Wait! My panties are giving me a wedgie!" (Imagine a high, little girl voice declaring her personal discomfort...)

This may not be the funniest comment that will ever be uttered in the classroom, or the most creative, what makes this more than just funny is, that one, she is a little girl. Second, I have tried the last 2 years, while working as an after school care provider at the Academy, to figure out when kids start learning about wedgies. My vast research based off of interviews I personally conducted, concluded that most kids between 3 and 5 have no clue what 'wedgies' are, and if they are familiar with the term, they don't know what it means or what action must be taken to give/have a wedgie. One child out of, at least, 60 that I interrogated knew how to explain wedgies to me, and it wasn't this little girl.

Name Variations

Most pre-school age kids have sweet little speech "quirks"...special ways of pronouncing things, especially names. We've got the normal swapping 'L', and, 'R' for 'W'; and lisps; trading 'L' for 'Y', and some that I just can't describe in technical speech jargon.

My name, Ms. Jessica: Ms. Checkika, Ms. Jedika, Ms. Jesseeka
The student teacher's name, Miss Bethany: Miss Betany, Miss Befany
One of the afternoon girls, Alyssa: Miss Alyzba
A little girl named Anna-Kate: Anna-Cake (She calls herself that, too)

These come from the same kid:
Fish: Bishy (you have to listen very closely to really hear it or else it sounds a little rude)
Ms Jessica: Miss Jedika
Football: Bootball(not boot, like the thing you wear on your foot, with long 'O' sounds, but say it as a rhyme to foot, with short 'O' sounds)
Octopus: there is no phonetic spelling to do this word justice

A Marriage Proposal

Center time allows for humorous eavesdropping, and in the math/ science center, too. Three of my older kids were playing in this center, two boys, one girl. The little girl, asks one of the little boys if he'd like to get married. He looks at her, totally straight-faced and seriously asks, "Well, are we having babies?" She inclined and their center time marriage commenced. Who knew such high stakes would be placed on this relationship by none other than the husband-to-be?

Interestingly enough, this one little boy is quite the fought over man. He is the coveted boyfriend of several little girls, one in our class, and a few more in the other two Pre-K classes. The one little girl in my class who has the world's biggest crush on this 4 year old Casanova, will call me over to chat about him all the time. Calling him her boyfriend, wanting to sit near him, and be in line near him, to play with him sometimes. Oh, she just adores him. And is so animated about her love for him. Precious moments!

Connecting the Dots

I have recently encountered a relationship that truly stumps my students. The kids have seen the pictures of my families that sit atop the cubbies. One of my immediate family, one of the in-laws, and one of my husband and me. I've explained a few times, after they've seen the picture of my husband and me, that I am married to that guy in the picture. They seem to understand that. Their own parents are married-- connection in their mind, we have rings on the same finger. Ok, connection made, or not... They alternate refer to my husband as my dad, or more recently, my son. Apparently, the connection isn't totally there, and understandably so. My marital relationship is missing one vital piece to complete the connection.....my own children that I have birthed. Apparently, I can't possibly be married without also being a mom. And so goes the dialog:
Student: "Mrs. Jess? Are you married?"
Me: "Yes."
Student: "Ok, so, are you a mom?"
Me: "No."
Student: "Do you want to be?"
Me: "Yes, someday, I do want to be a mom."
Student: "Why are you married, then?"
(this conversation,of course, took place in the bathroom, where else?)

On another occasion, I have gone in circles with one little guy about how I'm married, but don't have kids. He didn't get it either. This kid was pretty sharp. Surely, if I was married, I had kids. It didn't make sense any other way. I'm talking at least a 20 minute recess chat, which didn't end up in resolve. At one point, he sat on the playground bench beside me, crossed his leg over his opposite knee, elbow rested on the other knee, and his chin cupped in his hand thinking things over. Too funny!

Grass

This week was Homecoming at Harding Academy. The high school dressed up all week, lots of fun activities, such as a bonfire on Wednesday night. Thursday afternoon, one of my little girls, drug me, and the afternoon girls, individually, to the fence on the playground to show us the burned circle from the bonfire. She exclaimed with shock that someone had mowed so fast that they burned a circle in the grass. So clever.

Debating on Lyrics

In chapel this week, we sang a song called "Shout Hallelujah". It's an upbeat song that is easy to learn, even when you're three. Many of my kids know the chorus and some of the verses. At lunch that day, there was quite a heated debate about the words to one of the verses. One little guy, who often does/says funny things, was convinced the verse said, 'Jesus came out to play, Hallelujah'. Those aren't quite the real words, but I just enjoy his rendition too much to correct him. He'll figure it out someday.

Shout Hallelujah

Chorus:
Shout Hallelujah, Shout Hallelujah, Shout Hallelujah unto the Lord (repeat)
Verse
Sing aloud to God,
Let the people sing before his throne, Hallelujah
Sing aloud to God,
Make a joyful noise unto the Lord
Chorus
Bridge
From the ends of the earth (Ladies echo)
To the depths of the sea
Let all creation praise His name (Repeat)
Chorus (repeat 2 times)

Quizzes

It's become evident to me that my kids are looking out for me. They test me, and no, I'm not talking ab my patience. They seriously question my knowledge. For instance, one little girl quizzed me about colors by pointing to things in the bathroom (always while they're in the bathroom) and asking me what color it was. Thankfully, I passed with flying colors. Ha Pun intended. She acted like she was surprised I answered every question right. Apparently, I do not seem too intelligent to some of them.

On a related note,  it was my turn to quiz the kids on their color knowledge. As I mentioned in the previous post, we put a drop of food coloring in the toilet before they pee because it making bathroom trips more fun. Let me also mention that we had a two week color unit where we wore a certain color on designated days. Example: Tuesday- blue, Wednesday- yellow...you get the idea. Since this unit ended, we've continued identifying colors in various lessons. I extend learning colors by asking them which color they want dropped in the toilet. If they point to the bottles of food coloring without saying anything, I make them identify which color by name. Just this week 2 of my kids have not been able to identify which colors they wanted in the toilet. My question is, where have you been for the last month?! Did you get amnesia? Were you asleep? We do this every day! In the words of Jerry Seinfield, "What's the deal?!" You could fail pre-school for this kind of rookie mistake. Maybe these girls choke under pressure...

A lesson in colors

Unlike many days, today was something of a gold mine for funnies. Bodily functions are always funny. Tooting, poop, snot/boogers--the list goes on. Some of the funniest comments are made while my kids are in the bathroom. Today's bathroom comment has to rank in my top 5. Yet, before I share this priceless gem, one must understand the circumstances. To encourage the kids to pee in the toilet, and that it's "fun", we put a drop or two of food coloring in the toilet bowl. They think it's fun to mix the drop to see "what color they made". Whatever works, right? With that being said, this sweet girl posed the question: "Do I poop in colors?"

This is how we begin...

It's been said time and time again to those working in the field of education, especially those who work exclusively with the younger crowd, say 3-5 year olds, to keep record of the priceless things they say. Let's just say, done and done.