9 Lives

I have a lot of friends whose first name begins with an A, so I promise that all of these stories are not about the same child.  In fact, I don't think I have written about this A yet.  Nevertheless, he injured himself 9 times today. Not an exageration. This kid's a cat.

1. Walking into school this morning he thought the glass door was open.  It wasn't. BOOM into the glass. He was fine.

2. At breakfast, he went to sit at the lunch table and completely missed his chair.  Just went to sit down, but fell on his bottom- next to the chair.

3. During morning circle he did not have his hands in his lap. They were on the floor next to him. Thus, while I was walking around, I stepped on his hand. "Friends, you need to put your hands in your lap when we are on the carpet. If you don't, someone could step on them. If I step on your hands, it's going to hurt. I'm not even going to say I'm sorry. I'm just going to say bummer, you should have had your hands in your lap". Seriously, the amount of times I say this a day. Sorry I'm not sorry, it's just not my problem.

4. All of my kids play together during recess.  It's a little too cute.  Disregard the gender norms, I'm just so happy that my friends love each other so much they all play together during recess that I don't say anything.  Here's the game. The boys are monsters and the girls are princesses.  The princesses find and collect the dragon eggs (footballs, kickballs, tennis balls, etc), before the monsters eat them.While A was chasing the princesses trying to get dragon eggs he fell and skinned his knee. Took 3 bandaids to patch him up.

5. Getting a 3-second drink after recess, water went down the wrong pipe.  Coughing fit ensued.

6. Skipping down the hallway to gym, he faceplants.  "This is why we walk in school friends".

7.  At math time he's cutting his triangles for the quilt square and he gets a paper cut.  Just one bandaid.

8.  During centers he's climbing on the couch in the library to read a story and his shoes are untied.  He just slips down the couch and rolls onto the floor of the library. "Miss Glass, will you please tie my shoe? I can't read if they're not tied".

9. This one may have been my fault.  He's standing up at the end of the day marking his behavior chart in his homework folder. My hands were on my hips- you know, probably for intimidation.  I swing around and my elbow just smacks him across the head.  He looks at me and says "Miss Glass, I think I'm going to have a better day tomorrow".  Good thing our college character trait of the week on Friday is optimism.  I will have a good example!

Tough day, poor kid.  What doesn't kill you makes you stronger!

Goodbye Teachers and Friends,
Miss Glass