I have a little rascal in Summer Reading Camp. Well, truthfully, it's a whole class of little rascals, but George is the rascally of the rascals.
The King of the Rascals, we’ll call him.
We were working in their Kid Writing journals at my table a few kids at a time... and I called George over to join us.
“George! Time to put the iPad down and come on over for Kid Writing.” I said ever so sweetly.
He looked at me for a moment, and turned his attention back to the iPad.
“George,” I said sternly, “It’s time for YOU to come HERE and work on Kid Writing.” I added a HUGE smile as I waved for him to come over.
“Uh-uh,” he said as he looked me in the eyes and shook his head.
“George…” I said once again….
“You’re gonna have to DOUBLE DOG DARE ME!” he said in his booming voice.
I looked at him in shock and stood up slowly. I walked over to him (trying so @(#* hard not to double dog dare him) and placed my hand gently on his shoulder. I leaned over and said quietly in his ear, “Hey George, do you see that bench outside the window? The one by the playground we use at RECESS?”
He looked to where I was pointing. "Oh MAN!" he said. He knew exactly which bench I was talking about. He then looked up at me and said, “Where’s my pencil?”
And with that we walked every so sweetly back to my table.
(Double Dog Dare me my @$$.)