Category Archives: Kindergarten

Like a Wink and a Smile

Beauty in the day: little cuter-than-a-puppy limped – LIMPED, I say, into the office with crocodile tears threatening to spill. She let me know that she was HURT, and she also said that her dad would want her to go home if she was HURT. Because she looked pretty darn good to me, we got out the ice pack, and put it to work.
After a bit, I went in to send her back to class. She looked greatly improved, save but for her troubled countenance. She was dubious about this plan, but got up to go back. “It still hurts,” she said off-handedly.
“Well, but I just LOVE your hair! It’s darling! And those shoes – are they new?”
She blushed and posed…and trotted back to class.
Happy Friday Eve. ☺️

Hearts and Smuckers

Beauty in the day: so many happy kids today. They were happy because of Valentine’s Day. They were happy because they had spent their precious time on making Valentine cards for their classmates, attaching treats like chocolate, skittles, Fun Dip, and Smuckers jams and jellies to their notes (what? wait – you never got little servings of Smuckers with your Valentine? Well, welcome to the modern world of foodies, I guess – !). Their little faces were full of joy as they handed out love notes to everyone they knew.

Love is alive and well at Ardmore.

Wake Up Little Susie (and Joey and …)

Beauty in the day: sometimes you have to stay way late if you want a good beauty. Tonight was Kindergarten information night – and we provide childcare for parents who come. Teresa Garcia was handling this task, with a bit of help from Mr. Jones. After I gave my portion of the presentation, I decided to go lend a hand, as they were in the gym, which adjoins the Cafe – meaning that we could hear them (it must be said here that one of the ones that could be heard was Ms. Garcia herself – no one enjoys kids, or is enjoyed by kids more than she). As I joined I was the new fascination in the room, and the kids wanted to know my name and what I did at the school. I obliged them with answers.

Time went by, and the principal (who was in the Cafe with the parents) was trying to wind things up and was answering questions from them. The kids were getting restless, and beginning to get a little demanding (as only pre-kindergarteners can), and I tried to take a tack with them. “Omigosh you guys, wouldn’t it be SO FUNNY if your parents came to get you , and you were laying on the gym mats pretending to be ASLEEP?!!??” I guess a little over 50% of the kids decided that it WOULD be funny, so they all laid on the mats and gave their best sleep rendition. For some this was complete with very convincing snoring – except their eyes were open. Only one closed his eyes – no snoring, but he honestly looked dead to the world, flat on his back with his eyes closed. He really meant it. The kids pretend-slept for way longer than kids normally do this, and I was impressed. The other near-50% that didn’t want to sleep continued with their running and jumping and hopping and yelling. One little girl with a very long braid was appalled that other kids would lay down and “sleep” when it was not bedtime, and there were other options. So much so, that she came over and began yelling for them to “WAKE UP!!!!!” – at the top of her lungs, actually. The sleepers were not moved from their challenge – which is a very difficult thing to maintain when you are 4 or 5 years of age. I was totally impressed.

Class of 2029, folks. They’ve got chops.

The Show Must Go On

Beauty in the day: Talent Show and Multicultural Night is but a month away, and this has many of our students in a bit of a tizzy. Notwithstanding is the Wonder from Down Under, who made his first appearance before school. I was ready, and told him that I had passed his message on to the PTSA, and had heard back that Thursday would be fine. He smiled shyly and went to line up.

He came back later, however, which didn’t surprise me in the least. “Excuse me, but I’m a bit confused still,” he offered (confused is one of his favorite words, as it gives him a juxtaposition of both inquisitiveness and neediness together).

“Confused?” I queried back (this gave me the air of one who has fully bought in to the inquisitiveness and neediness, and who seeks to give aid). He confirmed this stance, and I surprised him with a very knowing smile. “Well, Friend, you’re in LUCK! I’m going to take you backstage now, because the PTSA lady is there, and she can help you with your question!” Before he could voice either disbelief or refusal, I led the way to the backstage area, and we saw before us the PTSA lady.

“Hi PTSA lady, my Friend here is a bit, I’m sorry, confused was it?” He looked at me blankly. “Yes, he’s a bit confused, and I am pretty sure you can help with that.” I lined out the question, and she told him that he could most certainly audition on Thursday. “Let me write your name right here, where it says ‘Thursday’,” she said with the voice of authority. She reminded him to bring his equipment for his magic act. We walked back out to the hall then, and he stopped me. “I’m hoping to order a real deck of cards online for my magic act, so if they get delivered here instead of my house, then I’ll be happy enough to let you keep it for me on the stage or one of the other departments.” πŸ™‚

I went back to the office, and he went on his way. But just then a tiny little girl who could barely see over the countertop came in and said plaintively, “I need to talk to my dad urgently. I don’t have my music for the audition.” Urgently.

And this is how it went.

I Dream of Kindergarten Teacher With the Long Blonde Hair

Beauty in the day: let’s face it – the Aussie is getting a “fair dinkum” amount of air time lately. This morning he came to the Office, and attempts were made to give him service, but he said he was waiting for Ms. Nordstrom (I can’t let him down now!!). So I made myself available. “Hi Friend, what’s up?”
He was hesitant to say, but finally (and carefully) let it be known that his pants were “perhaps just a little bit wet.” It has to be said here that this is not the first time (not even the seventh time) he has come in with this concern. In fact, it has become apparent that “wet” means “at some point a very insignificant measurement of moisture may have possibly been present – or not”.
“Oh – do you think you might need to have a change of pants, then?” I’ll admit it – this question was asked with the slightest air of incredulity, because we have had this conversation not quite a gazillion times. Still, I didn’t want to squash his thoughts, so I left the question on the table – er, desk. This seemed to send little Aussie into a new thought process, and (well, let’s just say it) he sort of “re-checked” his status.
“Actually (FYI – this is a VERY popular word in elementary school), I think the wet may have gotten absorbed.”
“Absorbed? You mean, you think you might not need to change, then?”
“Yes, I don’t think I need to now.”
“Friend! That’s great news! PLUS, I am REALLY impressed with your great vocabulary word! ABSORB!! Wow! You are really smart to use a word like that! We should tell your teacher how well you have used that word!”
He smiled a soft little smile (these are the kinds that he smiles). “Oh, I didn’t learn the word from my 1st grade teacher. My Kindergarten teacher taught it to me last year.”
Oh, Kindergarten-Teacher-With-the-Long-Blonde-Hair, nice job.

Who’s the Boss?

Beauty in the day: she’s been coming down to the office lately, generally from recess. The kindergartener usually just wants to do a “check” on achy limbs, that sort of thing. Personally, due to her extremely charismatic and precocious personality, I believe she is just “checking out her horizons,” so to speak. She always brings a certain young lad with her; he seems to be her attendant.
Today, she needed the 1,000 Mile Check-up on her legs. She made a dramatic, albeit cheerful entrance, announcing the urgent need to have her legs checked out, dragging them as she went. The decision was made for her to rest a few minutes.
Attendant waited outside the office, and in the busy-ness of the afternoon was rather unnoticed.
After a few minutes, it was time for the little lady to be sent back to class. About this time, the office door opened and Music Teacher stood in the doorway to inquire about Attendant. “Ms. Nordstrom, for some reason, this young man is refusing to come to Music with the rest of his class……….?”
Attendant stood tall and explained: “She (he pointed to Queen-crippled-leg-girl) told me to wait here.”
Eyebrows were raised, and I informed Attendant: “She (pointing to Diva Darling) is not your boss. He (pointing to Music Teacher) is your boss. You need to listen to him.”
Attendant-Turned-Music-Apprentice nodded in appreciative understanding and went with his teacher, gesturing commandingly to the Healed Maiden to follow him.

Perhaps, for one young man at least, it’s a new dawn.

Ask Jeeves

Beauty in the day: the kindergarten boy’s mom came with a concern. Her son was missing at least 3, possibly 4 coats and/or jackets. She got some assistance from our ITCL with the Lost and Found area. Mom found several coats that she was pretty sure were her son’s, but her politeness wouldn’t allow her to take them without being certain. “Well, how about if we go and get your son to help us?” They went and got him, and on the way to the Lost and Found, they explained what they were up to. “We are trying to find your missing coats.”
“Oh,” he said, running ahead of them. “I know where they are! They are hanging here in the Lost and Found!” He made quick work of pointing out just which coats were his, a veritable ‘voila!’ written across his face. Apparently the Lost and Found was his idea of a personal closet. πŸ˜‰