Things I Learn

Today I was at the preschool again. It was fun. However, first thing I learned was that one of the little boys (who was there yesterday, but not today) has/had lice. So everything in the room was getting a spin in the washer. I don’t notice any on me; I hope it stays that way. I am not sure if the room has them or not, but he did get it from the public school, poor boy. I will be there again tomorrow.

The other thing I learned today was how to make goopy stuff. It is a cross between a water & cornstarch mix and silly putty. You can draw on it with makers and it doesn’t get on your skin. If you sit in on a grate of some sort, or mesh, it will seep through the holes and looks really cool as it drips slowly. I came home and told Jacob about it and he didn’t really believe me, and said he would have to see it to understand what I was saying. So I went and got supplies to make it. Here are a few pictures of what we did at home.

This is the view under the grate just as it is starting to drip.

Here it is dripping just a bit more.

Here it looks kind of like spaghetti after landing.

Now, I can’t go to the preschool and not have good “kids say” stories…

These are from free play.

Girl T-age 3 reads very well and I was using foam blocks to spell words. She sounded the letters out in here head and read very clearly! Well, while she was playing a few minutes later she declared that she is “going to doctor school.” She walked right up to me with her bag of six stethoscopes and proceeded to listen to my “heart” with each one until she could hear me coughing. As soon as I realized what she wanted, I faux-coughed and then she was satisfied.

Girl R-age 4 has a new baby brother at home. I saw her stuff a Cabbage Patch Doll in her shirt, standing in front of a mirror to make sure it is placed right. She went to the hospital where Girl S-age5 (next week) and Girl T (same as above) are doctors. S took tweezers and delivered the baby by pulling on the doll’s leg from under the shirt. T was using the stethoscopes to make sure she could hear the heart beat and make sure there was no coughing. Then R died and S wanted to do an autopsy while T was busy placing tools inside the body…maybe it was so S would find something. S said she needed more blood, and then it was time to clean up to go outside.

Outside was very cold!!! (I need to move to the equator.)

Anyhow, out in the sand box Boy S-age 4 (broccoli ninja boy) was upset by Boy C-age 3 (knucklehead boy) flinging sand into the air with a stick. I asked him why he is telling me, and asked who he needs to tell. So he turned to C and proceeded to tell him the dangers of flinging sand in the air and how it might get in someone’s eyes and that would hurt them, and asking how he would feel if it got in his own eyes. He went on about this for at least a whole min. I would be surprised if C ever flings sand again in his whole life.