So there’s this show in Australia. It’s been around for years. It’s classic, beautiful and one of my favourites. When I was a kid, I wanted to be on the show. It’s called, ‘Play School’.
After a weekend of painting with my other half, I was asked to sing less as we had the radio on in the background. I sung louder. He told me he felt sorry for my class (jokingly).
At school on Monday, I sung something, only to be told, ‘Miss Rainbow, you should be on Play School!’
THE. BEST. COMPLIMENT.
E V E R.
While at our sports carnival on Friday, parents and siblings were cheering on their children in the relay races. One sibling, cheered for their brother in a rather, interesting way…
“Go, Jack, shake ya tail feather!”
On a loud, hot, busy day in an open, large space outside, a roar of laughter erupted!
While playing a gam of ‘Round the World’ with my class one child became quite anxious. Initially, as the competing children came closer to her, she said she had butterflies. Then, as the child approached her chair to stand behind, she announced,
“Oh it’s just too much! I need to go and do a nervous wee! I’l be back…’
And off she ran to the bathroom before her competing turn arrived!
Yesterday afternoon, the clouds darkened as playtime drew to a close (while in the staff room, all the teachers prayed for no rain until the bell went!). The children commented about the huge storm that was coming. I checked online and could report that no warnings for a storm existed and perhaps some showers, but no storm.
Five minutes later, the loudest, most sudden and angry clap of thunder shook our quiet, hard-working classroom. At the time, I was writing on the whiteboard. The pen kept going on the board as I jumped with fright. Out of nowhere, a child exclaimed,
“Lordy be, that frightened me! I nearly wet my pants!”
I asked, “Who says that in your family?”
“Nanna, she says it all of the time!”
Poor Nanna. Poor little kid!
Today we talked about how much we loved our siblings, cousins and family. One child said, ‘It is really hard to love my sister. Somedays I don’t love her at all.’ Aware the discussion had moved to shaky ground, I said, ‘Surely you’ve loved her a little bit on some days…’. The child paused for a moment and said,
“Yeah, somedays I love her as much as I love a bird.”
That’s real, true, deep love.
Today, a boy, all of six years of age, held a door open for me. At my school we have ‘First Class Friend’ tickets that are handed out to children who are being ‘First Class Friends’. They can be handed out to children who are being helpful, showing good manners, showing kindness, showing a positive attitude, playing fairly and a few other things.
I wrote one for the boy who held the door open for me. While I was writing it, he said,
“You know I didn’t do it because I like you. I did it because my Dad said you should always do that for ladies.”
At least he called me a lady…
Sometimes, kids come out with really strange questions. What makes them strange, is that the question itself is unusual, but the child asking it will often wait a long time in a line full of other children about to ask strange questions, or have their hand up, go red in the face and look like they are about to burst at the seams. You quickly ask them what they would like to say, only to be asked,
“Miss Rainbow, do you ever feel like you’re not real?”
I actually didn’t have an answer.