Today I wore this big scarf to work (it was -12 when I left the house, not including windchill…) that kept falling forwards onto the kids whenever I leaned over. At one point early in the day when this happened, I made a joke out of it and covered the kid’s head purposely saying, “Where is Simon? There he is!” Later in the afternoon, I was leaning over to look at one of my students coloring, and accidentally covered his face with my scarf. He must have overheard the earlier interaction because he loudly exclaimed,
"Where is me? Where is me, Julianna? HERE I IS!"
I can’t say I blame him, he was totally following the rules of a language that is notorious for breaking them. Cute, nonetheless.
(Story borrowed from my co-worker, while he was sitting with a 2 1/2 year old who bit & pushed another kid)
Teacher: It is not okay to bite our friends, that hurts them.
Kid: (no response, staring off into space)
Teacher: Did you hear what I just said?
Kid: Yes! No more monkeys jumping on the bed!
Came across this Jezebel article today, “19 Surprising Facts About Toddlers" by Tracy Moore. My favorites are pasted below:
1. Did you know that a toddler is just like a person who has never been told anything at all about how the world works, including gravity, feelings or bathroom doors?
4. Did you know that a toddler will eat string cheese four times a day?
7. Did you know that your toddler will jump up and down on the couch even though you said not to a thousand times, and then when you ask the toddler why she is jumping up and down on the couch when you told her not to, she will say, “Because I’m jumping,” like you are the idiot?
(while sitting on the potty)
2 Year Old: I’m gonna make a BM
Me: Okay! Sounds like a plan.
2 Year Old: I’m gonna make it for Mommy.
Me: Yep, Mommy will be proud of you for using the potty.
2 Year Old: For mommy and daddy.
Me: Yes, Daddy will be proud of you, too!
2 Year Old: And for Murphy.
Me: Uhhh, who is Murphy?
2 Year Old: My cat!
An Open Letter to the Bike Repair Guy I Met Today:
No, I do not have large facial tattoos, but thanks for asking and being interested. The giant purple streaks coming down my forehead from underneath my helmet are the result of spending my afternoon with toddlers who ate plums and blueberries, and who then “pet” my face and “decorated” my hair with their berry-stained fingers.
Some people might call this dirty. I call it love.