This picture of me was drawn by a budding portrait artist in my classroom.
What more can I say?
I am flattered.
Near the end of the school year my director purchased a nice storage box for our outdoor sand toys. We moved the sand toys from the depths of the storage shed out to our brand new box. We unearthed a few treasures, and some interesting pieces.
Such as a watering can that looks a little like this:
Except that our version is kind of creepy, in a beat up, 30-year-old sort of way. Since it is a watering can, there is a hole at the back of the head and the hat is the spout. It is one strange looking thing, and if I dwell on it too long I might have nightmares.
Anyway, when we cleaned out the toys I just didn’t have the heart to toss it out. Maybe I was having a little nostalgia for those strange, little and blue cartoon creatures at that particular moment, who knows.
Fast forward to the next school day.
Prince Valiant, an observant, verbal and imaginative student of mine was digging through the sand toys looking for something to play with. Suddenly he stopped, pointed at the Smurf head watering can, looked at me, and asked with a hint of disgust “What is that?!?”
I picked it up and replied that it was a Smurf. Prince Valiant’s precocious response was “I know it’s a Smurf.”
Then he paused to think a little, and firmly added “It’s a Smurf head!”
I laughed and asked him if he thought it was creepy as I dropped it back in the box.
He agreed that it was creepy, but then he looked at me quite seriously and asked in a very stern voice “Did you chop off that Smurf’s head and put it in that box?”
I reassured him that no, I did not chop off the Smurf’s head and put it in the toy box, while desperately trying not to laugh.
I was confident that he was satisfied with my answer, since he headed back to play in the sandbox.
My confidence did not last long because when he arrived at the sandbox he announced to his playmates that the teacher (me) had chopped off a Smurf’s head and put it in the toy box.
A few of the kids just gave him a look as if to say “Dude, what the heck is a Smurf?”, and the rest just went about their play .
And that my friends, is the Legend of the Smurf Head, according to Prince Valiant anyway.
I still declare my innocence.
I have a student I’ll call “Dimples.” We had an interesting conversation last week.
Dimples: “Here teacher, dis card is for you, I made it.”
Me: “What kind of card is it?”
Dimples: “It’s a dating card.”
Dimples: “Yeah, it says dat I’m gonna marry you dis summer.”
Me: “But Dimples, I’m already married to Mr. V.”
Dimples: “I know dat, I gave one to Princess too.”
This is the first proposal I have ever gotten in my 7 years of teaching. **giggle** I also think it’s great that Dimples has a back up plan.
Teacher: “Please put on your jacket, so we can go on our field trip.”
Child: “I don’t have a jacket.”
Teacher (observing child’s short sleeves on this chilly spring day): “Really? Let’s go check your cubby.”
Child: “Teacher, I don’t have a jacket, I have a coat.”
Teacher subdues the urge to roll her eyes or bang her head, and chooses to giggle an internal giggle.
I honestly did not see that one coming.
Fire Station Field Trip:
I love the smell of testosterone in the morning. Oh, did I just type that? Oops… I also meant to add “and in the afternoon.” There that’s better.
The firefighters really were quite handsome very kind and helpful with my two groups of students. The children loved visiting the station and being able to see where these community helpers eat, sleep, slide down fire poles and of course do their important work. My students were allowed to touch things, climb through the firetrucks and see the firefighters in their turn-out gear. Way cool. Especially since these gorgeous generous men allowed me to ogle them bring both groups of my students to visit them today! This means they gave the tour twice. They are more than community helpers, they are community heroes. They have my heartfelt thanks.
Jelly Bean High:
My lovely younger sister purchased jelly beans for me as a little Easter gift. These aren’t just any jelly beans but a product called Green Beans. I haven’t been able to have jelly beans for years, since I have a strong physical reaction to food dyes (Red #40, Yellows #5 and #6). Since I don’t particularly like having hives or swollen lips and eyes, I made the decision to go food coloring free many years ago. I’ve been slowly discovering foods made with natural colors that I can eat. These “Green Beans” are the best. Oh.my.goodness. Fruit-flavored chewy heaven that is definitely worth the negative effects of a sugar high, without the unwanted excitement of an allergic reaction.
I really enjoyed my Monday.
“…He’s not wearing any underwear!” ~preschool student age 5
Really? I hadn’t noticed.
Are you laughing as hard as I did? (Of course the laughter came when the child was no longer present.)
Mrs. V ~ Going back to my paperwork now.