We were at Winton's spring concert yesterday, seated next to his bff's exhausted parents and their very new baby.
The baby slept through the preschool concert, the amazing loudness of many children in a confined space helping themselves to ice-cream, chocolate sauce and sprinkles after the concert and a rambunctious hour on the playground. As the (exhausted) parents made a move to put new baby back in their car though, he woke and started fussing.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Clara's class went on a field trip to the Aquarium a few months ago. Somehow (how?) she persuaded one of the accompanying parents to buy her a large, pink, glittery, stuffed dolphin. Just one for her, not for the whole class. That there wasn't a kindergartener's mutiny over this is a miracle. Clara insisted on bringing her ill-gotten dolphin to school later that week. And then someone "borrowed" it. Can you blame them? I would totally have stolen it myself were I another, jealous kindergartener. Clara made a tragic poster: "I lost my dolphin, I loved my dolphin." Miraculously, it showed up again.
Last week, Clara left a toy pony (the purple one, what's her name? Twilight Sparkle) on the outside picnic table at Winton's preschool, and it disappeared. She made another poster. "I lost my pony. I loved my pony." Yesterday one of the preschool teachers presented Clara with a replacement pony (a New pony, a Rarity not a Twilight Sparkle) because she "just felt so sad when she saw the poster."
Posted by Antje M. Rauwerda at 10:41 AM