Amen

Our last story of the day was "Mean Soup," about a little boy named Horace who had a TERRIBLE day and arrived home "feeling mean." To cheer him up, his mother had him make Mean Soup, a recipe that included screaming into a pot of water, growling at it, banging the side of the pot, and breathing their best "dragon breath" into the broth. Once Horace's mood was lifted (because really, whose mood *wouldn't be* after breathing dragon breath into a big ol' pot?), he and his mother had an enjoyable end to their day.

After I turned the last page, and then closed the book, a Star exhaled "Amen." 

Every other classmate nodded and added "uh huh."

#IPuffyHeartLoveThisClass #ThisIsWhyITeach #ReadingIsAffirming #OfCourseIGiggled #Amen

Classroom Visitor

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!

Sure enough:



Apparently it's a literary lizard, and my two groups of Stars have very different ways of reacting.