That just might be the understatement of the year, according to a few people. 

It is, however, a quote from one of my morning students.  This student likes to tell me this frequently and usually ends the statement with the question “You know that?”  Hmm, yeah, I probably know that, I teach preschool, don’t I?

Last Friday was Pancakes and Pajama day at Preschool.  (Yes, we worked on the letter “Pp”, as if that wasn’t obvious.)  I, of course, wore pajamas to school.  Who wouldn’t?  Apparently that qualifies me as crazy in some 4 year old minds.  I was told this repeatedly on Friday.  (Remembering, of course, that these are the same beings who choose to eat playdough, pick their noses, and lick the bottom of their shoes.)  Makes me wonder what their definition of crazy is.  (Scares me a little, really.)

Back to my pajamas.  They were really comfortable.  The shirt was blue with a moon and some stars and the pants were blue with moons and stars all over them.  Pretty tame, as far as jammies go.

I guess it’s the shock value that their teacher would actually wear her pajamas to school, but this is the first year that I’ve noticed that shock on so many of the children’s faces.   By the end of the day, they were fine with it, but I was still considered crazy.

My assistant, Mrs. K, did not wear jammies.  It’s not her thing.  But it is SO my thing!  Most of the children wore jammies, and some chose not too.   We’re all for personal choices.

 The best part of the day was the pancakes.  Several parents volunteered their time, and helped with prep, cooking, serving and clean-up.   (No one wore their pajamas though, I was the only adult in pajamas!) The children absolutely loved it, and asked when we could do it again. 

So, it makes me a little sad that we only have 32 teaching days left in the school year.  So much to do, so little time.  Tomorrow we’re going on a field trip to the library.  It’s always a fun trip.  I wonder what “crazy” thing I’ll do tomorrow. 

My thought is it’s better to be called crazy than “Mr. Grumpy Pants” as a couple of morning friends have decided to call me, and they find it incredibly funny.  So much so, that they crack themselves up everytime they say it.  Such characters, I tell you!

Mrs. V

“They’re coming to take me away, ha-ha…”