The Time Out Chair

Why is it that some children cannot go a day without a time out and others will never ever get close enough to even touching the time out chair?

And to some children saying sorry, means I just said that so I can do it again and again and again.  It is as if the word sorry gave them permission to misbehave.

I have a couple students who have made their indelible mark in the time out chair.  It’s as if it belongs to them and odd when a typically non time out child sits in it.  These two children seem to thrive on reaching a minimum of three time outs a day.  A day they don’t is a day they either weren’t at school or weren’t feeling well. I recall telling a parent ‘Your little one had no time outs out, he really wasn’t himself.’

To no surprise I discovered later that the child had the flu.

I was demonstrating to one child how I hug my little Maltese by scratching his ear, talking in a very high pitch, loving way saying ‘I love you so much my little sweetie pie, you’re my babyyy, I love you,’ when suddenly the child materialized into a little puppy right in front of me.  As I scratched her ear, I think she may have even stuck her tongue out.  And within seconds I had every child in my program frantically pushing their way towards me, Can you do that to me?   Of course now I had to.  This is one reason why you do not find us teachers picking up every child and swinging them around, as much as they would love us to.

Most kids love animals, all kids love to witness the love a human displays towards an animal. I think they identify instinctively with the animal. Notice how they all enjoy imitating animals.  I wonder if we treat our kids like cute little puppies if they might display a more affectionate and calm nature.  That just might have to be my experiment tomorrow. Fun.

Funniest thing overheard today: A child said to another child “Let’s pretend we’re at school and we’re friends.”

Second funniest thing:  After sipping the juice her mother gave her for lunch a little girl turned to her classmate and said “This tastes like soda or beer. I think it’s beer.  My dad lets me drink beer.”

Most unusual situation today: A little girl had extreme constipation while attempting to go potty and screamed literally so loudly the windows shook.  My eyes widened when this typically quiet well mannered girl screeched at the top of her lungs ‘Miss Lori I need you, NOW!’  Poor sweet little psycho Sybil child just wanted me to kneel by her while she screamed.  Will someone get this girl a fiber bar.