I got this from a mom this morning via email…names have been changed to protect the cute.

At some point today could you tell Mark that it is ok to get his hair cut because you will still like him.  He refused to get his hair cut this weekend because he told everyone that his teacher loves his hair, and that on occasion you rub his head.  He said that if he gets it cut you might not like him anymore because his soft, fuzzy hair will be gone!!  We all got a huge laugh out of it but I told him it only bought him a short reprieve from the hair cut!! I'll talk to ya soon, Missy


People don’t realize how influential we are to our little ones….I do rub this kid’s head – I rub all of their heads.

Monday starts a new spelling unit. We have selected words that we can build on. This week we are building on the word it.  I write the words out and copy the paper so they can rewrite them for homework.  We have learned the word it so it should be fairly simple to teach them sit and pit. (The other two words are play and are…our sight words.)

So I start lessons out like this: if you can spell it then you can spell sit. If you can spell sit you can spell pit. I usually give them a bonus on their test on Friday. I decided to step it up a bit and do a blend. I told them if you can spell sit and pit then you can also spell spit. They loved it. They were all making that noise that men make when they cough up a loogie. I told the class about one of my sister’s getting hit in the face when we were out for a drive with my dad and she had her back window open. A collective “EWWWWWW” was earned for that story.

One of the girls – normally a quiet one – came up to my desk later wanting to show how smart she was and said, (all in one long breath)“Teacher, if you can spell it then you can spell sit and then you can spell pit and then you can spell spit and THEN you can spell shit!”

She’ll probably get 100 on the test Friday. 

So the week begins!

Really good start to the day…call from the off little brother (in my class) beat on big sister on the bus. The office informed me of this altercation. So I approach the instigator,

“Why did you beat up your sister on the bus?”

Shoulder shrug

“There must have been a reason.”

He shook his head no.

“Well, I don’t think that was very nice of a brother to beat up a sister.”

“Well, where I hit her you can’t see any marks. So that’s okay.”

Leaves  me to wonder where he learned that information.

Looks like a long day ahead.

Today one of my kids brought birthday party invitations in for the whole class. The party is going to be a swimming party at the YWCA. To say the kids were excited is putting it mildly. I overheard two boys talking….
“do you know what you’re going to get her?”
“Nah my mom will get her some girl thing.”
“You are going, right?”
“well – ah – yea are you kidding me? The girls will be in bikinis.”
(I really couldn’t believe they were talking like this. They were acting like they had chest hair.)
“Yea, hey I’ll be your wingman, okay?”
“You can be mine if I can be yours.”  At this point they had their arms around each other’s shoulders and were walking over to their cubbies.

I may have to break my no birthday party rule and go to this one. (Hey if you go to one you are kinda obligated to go to them all. You certainly don’t want to play favorites.) I would love to see how 5 year old wingmen act.