Grizzly

We had a new girl join our preschool class a few months ago. She is the smallest child in the class and is an absolute doll, quite literally. The other kids are always trying to pick her up and carry her around despite my protests against it. One of the other girls in the class can't seem to get her name right though. She calls her "Grizzly."

One day "Grizzly's" mom informed me that she refuses to call our class "preschool." Instead, she goes to "college" every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

A Taste of Her Own Medicine

I love my preschool kids. They are so funny and so dramatic!

One day during center time, I was observing how the children were interacting with each other. One of the girls, we'll call her Lexi for the sake of anonymity, kept rejecting everyone who wanted to play with her. She was pretty harsh about it and insisted that she wanted to play all by herself. After a while, the others got the hint and started playing without her. A minute or so after they had all contented themselves, Lexi looked around her and, finding herself alone, drew herself into a little ball and began to cry. Feeling that it was time for intervention, I went over to her and asked her what was wrong. She answered with a sigh, "Oh miss Jayne, I'm just a sad little kid and nobody wants to play with me."