Two funny stories about the kids to tide you over until I get the pictures up.
Remember Maia's squirrel issue? She's found a way around it. When the group plays the squirrel game, she plays along. She eats her acorns, plays on the grass, and lies down to sleep. But when it's time to pick a tree to curl up in, she stands alone, sort of looking off into the distance, and ignores the entire class while the "woodcutter" finds a tree to chop down. Then, when it's time to run around again, she's back in the game.
I love her solution, and I love that the teacher lets her do it.
To be filed under "Hey, They Really Do Listen When You Talk to Them!"
At the risk of embarrassing him in the future*, I'm going to make a disclosure about John: He has a bedwetting problem. We've decided to get active about rectifying this, and I bought a book called Waking Up Dry by Dr. Howard J. Bennett.** I'd seen a story about it on AP and thought it sounded good. So far, I love it. It's written in a conversational tone for kids without being all AWESOME and RAD in a way that puts kids off. It also has a lot of body-function jokes and riddles that I, uh, I mean, John, loves. We will begin the program as soon as we move into the new house.
Through the years, we've stressed to John that we understand he's not being lazy when he wakes up wet, or that he does it on purpose, and so on. We've told him there's nothing to be ashamed of because it happens to lots of kids. I have to say I'm amazed at the number of parents in the checkout line who volunteer that their kids had problems too, when they see me buying the pack of Goodnights.
Well, John has certainly taken it to heart about not being embarrassed. A year or so ago, we stayed with some friends who have a son a little older than John. As they were getting ready for bed, their son pointed and said to John, "Is that a diaper?" John said conversationally, "No, it's my nighttime underwear." End of story. No concern at all.
I had to draw the line, though, as John was getting ready for school yesterday. "Can I bring that staying dry book with me on the bus?" he asked. "I want to read it on the bus."
"Uh, no," I said.
"Awwwwwwwww-WWWWWWUUUH! Cummmmawwwwwwnn! Why nawwwwt?" he wailed, displaying a new conversational trait that's currently driving me up the wall.
I had a mental image of three mean fifth-graders cornering him in the back and teasing him about his book. I looked him in the eye and said, "Because, that book is mine, and I don't want it on the bus."
* I thought long and hard about whether to disclose this. In a way, it's not fair to John to have all these random people know this about him. On the other hand, it truly IS nothing to be ashamed of. It just happens.
** The link takes you to Powell's Books. I was trying to make it go through their union portal, www.powellsunion.com, but for some reason that site isn't active right now. If you do buy books online from Powell's, please use the portal -- the union then gets a percentage of the sale.