Today during morning meeting Michael was pretending to shoot all around the room using a pretend gun. (He is quite talented in that regard.)
I stopped Telling Sharing to point out (AGAIN) to Michael, and the rest of the class, that we do not use violence in school, and we don’t even pretend to show violence.
“What’s violence?” shouted Frank, without raising his hand. (He's quite talented in that regard.)
I looked at him. “You don’t know what violence is?” I asked, dumbfounded. (Didn’t I just take 30 minutes the other day to convince him that talking about the Chucky movie was not appropriate in kindergarten?) “Class, who can tell Frank what violence means?”
Jack raised his hand. “Well, violence is something, it’s like, well, the Civil War was very violent. It’s when people fight.”
“Yeah!” shouted Gregory, “It’s when people hit or kick or shoot!”
When Frank heard that he pointed his finger at me and shouted, “I liiiike it!!”
I was not surprised.