Days and Preschool Days, Too:
A treasury of anecdotes culled from my work
and play as a preschool worker and an elementary school after- school
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cute, blonde three year old proudly told me one day, "I know how
to count up to thirty-one!"
"You do?" I replied. "Let's hear you!"
The little girl joyfully proceeded. She
was pretty accurate, too, though I'm not sure I'd go to her as my bank
"That was very good!" I said. "Now
I'll teach you how to count up to thirty-two!" She agreedsomewhat
reluctantly, it seemedand we did it.
From then on, every day when I'd see
her in the play yard, I'd tell her, "Today I'm going to teach you..."
and I'd add one number. It got to be a running joke between usliterally,
as she'd usually be running from one end of the play yard to
the other when I'd shout my proposal.
After the first couple days she would no longer say
"ok". Instead, she'd smile or laugh and shake her head. I always
went up a number, anyway, for my next offer, as though she had
agreed to the previous one.
Last Thursday, when I told her, "Today I'm
going to teach you to count to thirty-eight!" she actually got
out of her little posse of horses, or whatever it was, running along
the sidewalk, came over to me, and shouted to me in no uncertain terms,
"I'LL LEARN WHEN I GROW UP!!"
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