Ms. D is a Chick Eater!!

This may look like a cupcake wrapper filled with chocolate rice krispies to you, but to a group of kindergartners, this was a nest for chick eggs... and I ate them :(

Let me explain... Like any other day as an elementary school teacher, I am barraged with sweets and candies. Not that I'm complaining, of course. Today it was one of the Early-Fives girls who came in with this scrumptious treat. It started out as a chocolate ricekrispy nest with 3 chocolate eggs inside. They gave me one, one for the kinder teacher, and one for the aide.

In the time that it had taken me to devour one of the eggs, the kinder aide had convinced four of the kinder girls that the eggs were real chicks that would hatch if they were REALLY quiet. She was pointing out a crack in one of hers, solidifying the point that they were real chick eggs.

I was popping the second egg into my mouth as I saw a little blonde-haired five year old giving me a murderous look. She looked at me like I had just killed a baby bird in front of her! We explained that they were just chocolate and I PROMISED they weren't real chicks- but it was too late... She just stared at me. Without forgiveness.

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Smell the Roses... or the Shirt

I was just thinking about our senses. While we're teaching we try to stimulate them in order to get our little ones engaged and thinking. We obviously use sight and hearing a lot. When we bring in realia we use touch but rarely do we use taste and smell in lessons. Come to think of it, the sense of smell is one of those things that we take for granted every day.

I always stop to smell the pretty flowers growing outside our apartment building and absolutely bask in the smell of fresh bread from my bread machine, but otherwise I don't consciously smell things. I like knowing that I don't stink and that there is dog poop nearby (so I don't step in it) but I can't say that I use my nose for anything constructive (except maybe determining if the milk is expired).

Welllll....(you had to know a story was coming) when I was teaching pre-K I found a sweater on the floor and no one would would claim it. Of course it had no name on it, so after a couple days I decided to send it to the lost and found. When I gave it to a little girl to bring to the office she stuck her nose in it. She said that it was Peter's*. I gave her a questioning look so she handed it to another boy and he smelled it and said, "Yeah, it's Peter's. It just smells like him." So of course I had to give it a sniff and sure enough, I smelled it and it was his!

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My Kingdom for a Doughnut

It has come to my attention that I haven't shared this delightful little story with you all. Be forewarned, it's pretty funny (or at least I thought so when it was happening!).

A couple weeks ago, I was given yet another delightful, if not diabetes-causing, doughnut for one birthday or another (see Teaching is a lot of Calories post) . Seeing as it was the middle of class, I put it on my desk. About ten minutes later I caught one of the girls scoping out my snack. I was sitting at my desk talking to a few students about their work when, out of the corner of my eye, I see her grab a piece of my doughnut!! My doughnut! Right off my desk! Right in front of me! I was stunned into non-action.

It took all of three seconds to execute this well-thought out plan. She snatched a piece, stuffed it in her mouth and ran off in record time. When I finally realized what had happened she was already five feet away. I called her name and she froze. She turned slowly and looked at me with her big brown eyes. When I saw her, I almost laughed. She looked as guilty as a cat who has just eaten a canary (especially because there was a0 little doughnut peeking out of the corner of her mouth).

I called her over and she started crying.
Me: Why did you do that?
Her: It was an accident.
me: (almost laughing again) How was that an accident?
Her: I donno. I'm soooorrryyyyyyy!
Me: Why did you do that?
Her: I like doughnuts. I wanted it.
Me: Okay, but I think you need to move your stick and have a time out for touching something on Ms. D's desk.
Her: okay.

Later that day she had to tell her mom why she wasn't on green. When she finally whispered the reason in her mom's ear, her mom's eyes became HUGE! Ahh... it was such a funny situation, I almost didn't punish her, but I had to... funny girl!

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Parents, Babies, and Marriage...oh my!!

The kids were full of questions today about my life...awkwardness abounds...

Parents
Me: "Who knows what Sunday is?"
kids: "Mother's Day!!"
M: "Do you have a mom?"
me: "yes, of course I do."
M: "Whats her name?"
me: "uhh... Mrs. D." :P
M: So you're Ms. D and your mom's name is Mrs. D."
T: "And your dad's name is Mr. D."
Me: "Haha.. that's right!"

Babies
Me: "So, on Sunday we celebrate all of our Mommies and tell them how much we love them."
S: "Do you have kids?"
Me: "No. why?"
S: "Because you're too young!"

Marriage
P: "Ms. D., are you married?"
Me: "No."
P: "Thank goodness!"

Geeze. What a Friday!

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Mischief Makers

Kids get into the darndest situations! OMG... I don't even KNOW how many funny situations I find them in. They get stuck in their sweatshirts daily and I am constantly running over to the jungle gym to untangle their little pretzel bodies. Today was a topper though!

After lunch, a little boy runs up to me and is just about crying. He wines, "Ms. D! Ms. D! My leg is stuck!!" I was thinking... how can your leg be stuck if you're running?? Nevertheless I look down. I almost choked due to stifling a laugh. This little monkey had found a zip tie and attached it to his leg during lunch. Then, he panicked because it wouldn't come off. I told him we'd have to cut off his foot. He didn't believe me. So, I cut off the zip tie and saved his life all in the course of a day's work!


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Ouch My TOE!!

Okay, so this story relates to a post from about a week ago that had to do with injuries at work.

This past week, my toes have nearly fallen off due to the large amount of people stepping on them. Albeit, they aren't large people, but after a while it gets old. I swear that when we are five years old, our personal bubbles must only extend one inch from our bodies! Anyway, one boy stepped on my toe bright and early one morning
Me: "Heya! Don't step on me!"
Him: "Sorry Ms. D!"

About twenty minutes later, his feet find mine again
Me: "Peter*, you're on my toe again. Can't you feel my feet?"
Him: [smiling]"Yeah Ms. D., I can feel em."
Me: "Then gerrof!"

After Recess, his feet actually make it under the table i was sitting at!
Me: "Peter, I'm going to charge you a quarter every time you step on me from now on! Okay?"
Him: "Then you won't have to teach anymore."
Me: "What do you mean?"
Him: "I'll give you so many quarters you won't have to be a teacher!"
Me: "HAHAHAHA!"

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*Names have been changed just in case.