We were working on a gingerbread man activity at my center this morning, excitedly chatting about where the children thought our own gingerbread man might be hiding.
He shocked us all yesterday when we discovered he had run away in the middle of being baked. The children can hardly contain their excitement. (As if the first week in kindergarten isn’t HECTIC enough-someone had the bright idea to shake up the soda bottle.)
As we worked on a picture about where we thought he might be hiding, Francis looked at me in pain and whined, “When is this going to be OVER?” She turned to Sam, “I am so sick of this school.”
I looked at her and smiled, “Don’t worry, Francis. Only one hundred and seventy-five more days to go!”
(It was 9:25 in the morning. Only the teacher is allowed to be tired at 9:25 in the morning.)