For your Friday entertainment, I recorded a class of preschoolers and their teachers reading Pete the Cat with me. They help out on the singing and with lots of the refrains. These teachers LOVE Pete and have shared him often with their students. They were excited to hear Eric Litwin’s new Pete the Cat story today, too, which we read before this one.
My favorite part, though, is near the end when a little boy comments on how his shoes are white like Pete’s.
Enjoy! I hope it makes you smile like it does me!
Pete the Cat: I Love My White Shoes by Eric Litwin
The preschoolers are very sweet (mostly), and very forthcoming with their compliments, praise, and, at times, rejection (they have very little in the way of filters). They often tell me I’m silly, and I take that as a high compliment.
Today, after reading Mo Willems’ Can I Play Too?, a boy said I was “the silliest little story reader he’d ever heard.”
Wow. Thanks! Can I get that on a business card?
I had my frog puppet, Freddy, with me at storytime yesterday. That’s probably why a preschooler felt the need to ask me this:
“Have you ever been kissed by a frog?”
Uh…shouldn’t that be the other way around?
Today’s edition of “things preschoolers say”:
I had just arrived at a school. The kids saw me from a distance and one said “it’s Miss Mary!”
A young lady immediately responded with “that’s not Miss Mary, that’s a lady.”
Presented without comment.
Two “amusing anecdotes” (as my father would say) today:
A little girl was looking at her new pink watch and whispering to a friend. The teacher tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention and quiet her down. The girl looked at me, and I asked her what time it was. “It’s storytime!” she chirped.
Don’t we all need a watch like that?
A little boy was jabbering in Spanish, telling me something about the “noche” (I’m fluent, but he was talking so fast I didn’t get it all). Another little boy looked at me and said: “Asi se dice night.” [that's how you say night]. Thanks, buddy, for the translation! And good on you for being bilingual!
I got the best card from one of my classes today, with a picture of all the kids and their signatures. Things like that I always treasure. I work with some fabulous teachers, and the students they teach are a delight.
I bring you: these two interesting exchanges I had with a couple of boys this morning:
Boy #1 (pointing to my hand): “What’s that?”
Me: “Uh…my hand?”
Boy #1: “Why do you have it?”
Me: “Because…it grew there?”
Boy #2 (upon entering the classroom after outside time): “Welcome to our school, Miss Mary!”
Me: “Thank you! That was a very nice thing to say!”
Boy #2 follows up this pleasantry with: “I was being bad outside. I was wrestling.”
Me: “Oh, that makes me sad.”
I guess I bring out the confessional urge in people…
It’s been a while since I posted any stories about things the preschoolers have done/said! Well, that changes TODAY (mostly because today I a) have some stories to tell and b) can remember them):
We were reading How Do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight, and were on the last page where there’s a picture of a dinosaur snuggling with his teddy bear in bed.
This picture has nothing to do with anything. But there's a dinosaur!
Me: “what does he have?”
Kids: “a teddy bear!”
One particular girl: “I was in the jungle when I was little.”
Me: (usual response) “Oh?”
Girl: “And then I didn’t want my teddy bear any more so I gave it to a dinosaur.”
Seems like a good solution. Lucky dinosaur.
Yesterday, this little vignette took place, which cracked me up for a few moments. I had to put my face behind the book to regain my composure:
The scene: little boy, wearing an orange baseball cap, is sitting in front of another little boy. The boy in the back surreptitiously reaches around and pokes the bill of the orange hat, just enough to make it move. Boy wearing the hat feels this, but does not know who does it. Boy in baseball cap looks around at the boy behind, who, looking innocent, immediately points at the girl next to him.
It starts early.