Three year old gems

I love my job for so many reasons, but one of my favorites is what I hear when I'm teaching.  I am constantly grabbing books to hide my laughter when a kid says something that cracks me up.  Thursday was an interesting day with my three year olds.  All kids say funny things, but these ones were making me laugh all day.  My favorite encounter was a little one who I am officially naming D.W.  Everyone knows D.W. is a little pesky, but super sweet.  And she is constantly asking questions. 

Little D.W. took off her shoe to show me a cut on Thursday.  She said, “Miss Rabedeaux, my toe hurts…I got a cut.”

Now, please don’t blame me for being the un-caring teacher—kids just have a tendency to show me old wounds and say they hurt.  So of course I replied with, “Uh-huh, ouch that looks like it hurt.”

Another friend asked how it happened, and she said, “It’s no one’s fault!”

And her friend said back, “It’ll be okay—you’re a fast healer.”  There is some great parenting going in my room if a three-year-old can remark, “You’re a fast healer.” 

I have another little one who I am naming Tinkerbell.  She can be super sweet and caring when she wants to be, but other times she can have an attitude!  

Tink was being VERY bossy on Thursday--to her “best friend”—I’m not sure I would have put up with it, but she was sure taking it well.  I told her not to boss her friend—and she said, “I’M NOOOOOOT”—in the typical three-year-old whine.  Then one of the boys who loves to copycat everything I say said, “Yeah, don’t boss your friend,” to which the friend being bossed replied, “She’s NOT!”  Ooooookay then! 

We have been learning lots about fall this week—we painted coffee filter leaves, and now they are covering the space outside my classroom.  So beautiful!

On Friday I was in the middle of a lesson when one of my kiddos (who is always touching my shoes or pant leg—some sensory issues there!) tapped me on the leg.  I thought he had something relevant to the conversation, so I said, “Yes?”  To which he rolled up his pant leg, pointed to his leg and said, “Miss Rabedeaux, look!  I’m getting some hair there, just like Daddy!”  Glad to know my lesson was so engaging that he remembered his leg hair!