Reading Blueberries for Sal each year on Blue Day is a *must* for me.
Today during story time, students quietly raised their hands mid-story and pointed up toward the ceiling:
My morning group (the class is split into a.m. and p.m. groups for the first two weeks of school) maintained a whispery tone as they asked questions about the lizard, perhaps hoping that they wouldn't scare it off by becoming too loud:
Teacher, how did that lizard get up there?
Mrs. Sommerville, how did the lizard get inside the light?
Mrs. Sommerville, does he know we can see him?
After he scampered away, we returned to the story, where kuplink! kuplank! kuplunk! made the Stars smile.
In the afternoon, I was reading I Love You, Blue Kangaroo, when a shriek erupted from the carpet:
Mrs. Sommerville! There'salizardthere'salizardthere'salizard!
Apparently it's a literary lizard, and my two groups of Stars have very different ways of reacting.