We were running a bit late this morning, so I was forced to be creative with our “telling sharing” portion of morning meeting. (That killed me-as I look forward to telling sharing every single day.)
“Boys and girls please turn to your neighbor and tell them what you had planned to share this morning at telling sharing.”
They looked at me curiously, and I repeated what I had said.
“Just turn to your neighbor, and in an indoor voice, tell them your telling sharing. Go ahead!”
Some children listened, and turned to the child beside them.
Frank, however, did not. He sat looking at me, cool as a cucumber. When I asked him what he was waiting for, he said “I CAN’T!! My neighbor isn’t here! She’s at her house. Geesh.”
It’s a horse race, people. A funny, loud, crazy horse race.