Say NO To Donuts

A parent sent her tinier than average three year old with a humongous extra long chocolate do-nut for breakfast. The thing was as big as this child’s head. Mom says to me “ She picked that one out, I don’t know what she was thinking. She won’t eat all that.”

She did.

Mom also sent a large box of regular sized chocolate covered, sprinkled round donuts for the other children.

Naturally, as you can imagine with all the kids doped up on a do-nut high I had a quiet and pleasant morning, rrright. Thanks mom.

Of course in hindsight, I should have thought ahead myself and cut them all in half or even quarter sizes. Too late.

So this is what ensued after each child had digested their donut:

First of all I realized after the fact, that conducting circle time was futile, actually doing anything that required any degree of focusing was an absolute ridiculous notion. I don’t know what I had expected. I suppose I expected an average Friday experience. Fridays are usually are best day of the week, it takes four days after the weekend to re train the children back into remembering all the rules and by Friday things are generally running more smoothly. Not this Friday.

Besides the typical reaction a child displays after consuming that amount of sugar, being unable to control their bodies; throwing toys, running inside, wrestling, pushing, squeezing, screaming, (I believe at one point I witnessed a girl football pile up in circle) there were also a few incidents that were beyond the norm.

I began to wonder-Does the sugar make their bodies indestructible are just so giddy that they don’t care that they are hurt? Maybe, like puppy dogs and cats, children sense the storm headed our way this weekend. Maybe it wasn’t the donuts after all.

I had to be more of a defensive player today.

Especially when during the commotion of the morning festivities, as I leaned down on all fours to tie a child’s shoe, one of my four year old boys jumps on my back, laughing and yelling “Yeehaw!” I just walked him in the horsey position to the time out chair.

Didn’t even faze that little cowboy, he continued to try to climb up me throughout the entire morning.

Then came the climax…

The littlest girl at my center (The one who ate the gigantic chocolate donut) was bouncing off the walls, slapping children, wrestling them to the ground with attitude and just being a little sour pickle.

Then, I see this brown mess on the floor and as I am following what appears to be a dirt trail to the bathroom, I discover it is caca and this little cute thing is standing in the bathroom wiping it off her shoe. How does anyone get caca on their shoe? It was on the toilet and her pant leg as well. At this point all I could say was “Ayiyi.” Then shortly after this moment during lunch, this same little pickle accidentally spilled her blue Trix yogurt all over the floor, all of it. And instead of running to get paper towel to clean it up, as she would have done on any other day she chose to step in it, and begin mimicking ice skating movements. Before I could lift her out of the yogurt ice rink she had created, I noticed that she had also wet her pants, double Ayiyi.

Interesting Fact: 
Most children believe that inanimate objects come to life. But it’s even more fascinating how they use this belief to get out of being responsible. Today it was the cup of crushed pineapple served for snack, that just happen to, on its own fly across the table spilling all over the floor. “It moved by itself,” was the automatic response from my five year old girl. Okay I see now, the pineapple has a mind of its own and thinks it can fly-well we proved it wrong, that little mischievous pineapple-plane wannabe.

Question of the Day: 
Can a girl pretend to be a transformer? I would think so too. Try telling that to the boys.

Cutest remark said today:

In teaching about Martin Luther King Jr., the children learned about his legacy and that he is no longer alive.  I had a little girl ask “Who is the King now? Does he live with the Queen?

Long time puzzle:

Why is it that a child ninety percent of the time, takes the opposite arm you hand them, when you try to assist them on putting on a jacket?

Thank Goodness it’s Friday.