Monday, April 13, 2009

W is for wrecking ball

W is for wrecking ball.

Last week, the theme at Gymboree was construction. The children pretended to build a house, paint it, repair roads, and knock down a tower of blocks with a wrecking ball.

This theme was a hit with most of the children, including our very own Mini Me.

She loved it so much that she talked about it When daddy came home, she couldn't wait to tell him about the wrecking ball.

In fact, all week long, anytime something reminded her of Gymbo, she squealed "wrecking ball!". Luckily, each theme lasts 2 weeks. So, today, we were going to get to see the wrecking ball again...or not.

When we got there, we found out that our regular teacher would not be teaching today because she was home with her son who was sick. Instead, we had another teacher that has filled in on occasion that I really didn't like. She is very nice, and I was impressed that she learned all of the children's names in a matter of seconds. But, still. It just wasn't the same. She does different songs, and it's just "different".

The children are also well aware of this since they are such creatures of habit. Several of them just wandered around a bit confused. They just stared at the "new" teacher and didn't really know what to do. It was obvious that this teacher was not as familiar with the "script" as our regular teacher is and she struggled through the class.

To my horror, she skipped right over the "wrecking ball" activity. And, while Mini Me didn't say anything about it at the time, as the class was wrapping up, and they were singing the last song, she sat on the mat, very confused.

Luckily, I distracted her with a snack in the car which avoided our usual discussion of what we had done at Gymbo's. I figured that it was best to not encourage her to think about it all that much, lest she remember that we didn't get to do "wrecking ball" and have a meltdown.

So far, so good. I may just have to hook up a ball on a string and let her knock some stuff over. Anyone need any demolition done?

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