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