Category Archives: children

TOE-Rific

Beauty in the day: she came into the office with a slight limp, but a bright smile.
“What’s up, buttercup?” I asked.
She looked sheepish, and then, with a blush, started in. “Well, I’m sent here by my teacher (she held up her pass as proof), because, well, because my foot, or my TOE, is hurting me a bit.” She paused for a moment, and checked to see if she had made sense to me.
She could see that I wasn’t lost, and so she gave me an expression that communicated that there was more. 
Again, the sheepish look.
“I mean, I’m not sure WHY, but for some really strange reason this morning I put a rubber band around my toe.”
😳
“No worries! 🙂Let’s go take a look!” We chatted amicably about why rubber bands don’t go on toes, removed it (tight, but thankfully not entirely tight), and rubbed the toe back to a happy place.
She left then, and giggled at her own mischief. “I think I should leave rubber bands off my toes and fingers.” I assured her of the validity of her newfound wisdom.
#aplaceforeverythingandeverythinginitsplace

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Thanks, I Can Manage

Beauty in the day: so, our 5th graders are working to qualify for “Self Manager” status. Many already have, and I was working on special custom badges attached to lanyards for each of them.
One 5th grade boy was sent to the workroom by his teacher to sharpen a handful of pencils, which he did, quite handily. We chatted about the lanyards while he did his chore and I continued with mine as well. He was preparing to leave, and I suggested he wait, while I finished he last of the lanyards, so he could deliver them to his teacher.
I instantly saw that this presented him with a predicament. One the one hand, the beautiful lanyards (which included his OWN personalized edition, complete with picture) would surely please his teacher and fellow students, and would DEFINITELY please himself. On the other hand, he was sent on a pencil-sharpening mission, and his well-earned status of Self Manager was quite fresh, and he was loathe to taint it in any way.
He said nothing, but smiled nervously at me, and I saw that he was delicately walking a balance beam between respecting his teacher’s instruction, and respecting mine. He seemed to be swaying ever so slightly under the weight of this while he waited for me to finish. I thought I detected tiny beads of perspiration forming on his forehead, and he smiled at me with a pinched smile. His eyes darted back and forth, and then he would make eye contact with me and smile again, shyly.
After what surely seemed like an hour (but what was actually closer to 4 minutes), I was finished, and handed the lanyards to him, which he clutched like a trophy. As he left the workroom I called to remind him not to forget his pencils. I got an especially fun look from him for that.

His teacher reported that he came into the classroom and turned over the lanyards. Then he told her, “I have to be honest – I finished sharpening the pencils quite a bit earlier….”
😂
#thatiswhyhequalifiedwiththefirstgroup

Toothfully

Beauty in the day: she lost a tooth yesterday, but tragically left it on her breakfast tray, and OOPS! Out it went into the trash. by the time I heard about it, there had been crocodile tears and comforting, and the little was back in class.

But that didn’t seem good enough to me. I grabbed a pink “tooth” necklace, and wrote a note on some colorful paper:

“Dear Tooth Fairy,
[So and so lost her tooth, but it was tragically left on her breakfast tray, and OOPS! Out in went with into the trash. You can find it here:

Ardmore Elementary School
16616 NE 32nd ST
Bellevue, WA 98008

Sincerely,
Kelly Nordstrom
Ardmore Elementary School Office Manager”

I brought the necklace and note to ]So and so’s] class, and took her aside. I read her the note, and then folded it up teeny-tiny, and popped it into the tooth necklace, and secured the lid with tape (just to make sure). I told her to take it home and show her mom, and to not worry, since the Tooth Fairy would have all the information she needed. She was happy, and stowed the necklace away in her backpack.

This morning she was back, and asked the sweet aide who had initially helped her if she had found her tooth. The aide was a little puzzled, and asked her if she had remembered to show her mommy the necklace with the note.

“Yes,” she informed her, “but my mommy just asked my why I took my tooth to school in the first place?!”

#ifyouloseyourtoothathomeitisnotasmuchfun

Now We’re Cooking With Gas

Beauty in the day: he came to the clinic with cracked, bleeding lips.
“I have just the thing!” I told him. Afterwards he asked to call his mom.
“Hi mom. My lip was bleeding, but Ms. Nordstrom put gasoline on it, and it’s better now.”

#msnordstrommakesallthegoodmoves

#isitcalledgasolineordidisayitwrong

Making Sure

Beauty in the day: there were two of them, and they had a pass, which they handed over with an air of importance. “We need to get 10 copies of this.”
“Okay,” I responded dutifully, and held out my hand for the paper.
“We need 10 copies.”
“Okay.”
“10 copies of this math.”
“Okay.” I extended my hand a little further.
“Please make 10 copies of this math.”
“Okay.” I sort of waved my hand a little.
“10 copies for my teacher.”
I tried a different tack.
“I think you need to give me that copy, so I can use it to make the 10 copies.”
This brought me a suspicious gaze. But as I am generally trustworthy, she handed over the paper, albeit slowly.
“My teacher needs 10 of those.”
Yes. 10 was what I had stuck in my mind, so I was relieved that we were still on the same page.
I brought back the copies, giving the original to one girl, and the copies to the other. For a moment it appeared that we might have an equality issue, but Logic won out, and they headed back to class with their mission accomplished.

#10please

Zip it Good

Beauty in the day: he talks to us. We often don’t understand what he’s saying, but he’s also pretty animated, so us educated folk are generally able to decipher his antics. Today he had a few words for the Librarian. He seemed interested in her vest, and she leaned down to let him in’vest’igate. He motioned to her zipper, which he then grasped, and pulled up to her chin. She thanked him with a smile, and he left, exhibiting pride in a job well-done.

Sometimes love is letting someone zip you up.