So in spite of the fact that I have just two pupils, my preschool-at-home generates a colossal amount of fighting.
My students argue over how many times we sing the morning song (now it's a non-negotiable 2x, as dictated by moi), who gets to sit on the red pillow (all floor pillows have been henceforth exorcised), and whether the daily conditions are cloudy or windy when constructing our weather graph. And this is just the first five minutes.
We also fight over whose snack is bigger, whether that crayon is blue or blue-green, and if the proper pronunciation is cwayon or tayon.
Elle takes her position as Director of All Things Oppositional quite seriously (one can only hope she gets promoted soon), and her brother is not quite above bickering back. So it could be a really long school year, for some of me more than others.
On other matters, I'm drawing the deadline for the movie game (see below) at midnight EST. Get those answers in pronto.
Also, I'm pleased to report that I've finally found the "soft rock" station squished between all that ubiquitous country music which seems to have hijacked the airwaves. (They're demanding their horse, dog, girl, truck, house, and beer back, or they will not go away. Good golly, I crack myself up.)(PS Please do not come beat me up; I'm generally quite wimpy.) Anyhoo, the soft rock makes for a jolly good sing-along while I sew; right now Pretty Woman is playing. When, exactly, did I turn into such a sap?
As it's challenging to sing and type at the same time (without typing the words I'm singing), I must be off. Happy Friday to all.
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