had a convo today with my prek students about what ‘thankful’ means. then they were telling me what they are thankful for, which included “my parrot that died” and also “the queen”
student:
“ms bain, there’s something in my nose and i don’t know how it got there… i been trying to get it out that’s what i’ve been doing.”
…there was a bean in his nose.
so far i’ve only worn dresses to school so when my class has played a dancing song that told us to crawl i couldn’t do it. today i’m not wearing a dress and the first thing one of my boys says this morning:
“ms bain you can crawl today” 🤣