This is what I look like on Wednesdays at my job.
Minus the instrument, of course. I’m only a month in to taking over weekly music time. I’m going to be learning that ukulele sometime very soon.
* I really can’t blame them for being over ALL of the leaf songs, ever. Ditto pumpkins. Ditto apples. I’m sorry, children, you can sing what you want when you get in the car and your mom gives you your iPad.
* I do think I’m pretty baller sometimes considering that the Kindergarten’s “Thriller” dance is looking amazing. I mean, for five-year-olds.
* ”Who can show me what we might do with our motions and our body to show that we aren’t afraid, we’re being brave?”
”I would start to put my clothes in the suitcase and then go up on the plane because when you’re up there the ghosts can’t get you up there.”
”That’s definitely an idea. I don’t know if we can really show that in our dance?”
Still, I don’t think anything will top yesterday’s discussion of what is and is not fabulous, held with a five-year-old boy who is an absolute delight. I was helping him fold his construction paper fan, which was pink, and had rainbows on the front and a dragon killing something on the back. He wanted to know if it was “fabulous.” I said I was sure that it was. He told me that other fabulous things include “gems and fancy clothes.”
So if ever I get frustrated, and don’t know how or why so much food ends up on the floor, or what, specifically, possesses them to sometimes disrobe entirely in the bathroom, or play “beauty parlor” and give each other facials that involve poking each other’s faces with sticks off the playground—
Do I want to go back to admin? Hell no.