We’ve been teaching lots of Christmas carols to our students. They’re getting pretty good at the lyrics! Even “bells of bobtails [sic? maybe?] ring” – sure, they don’t know what that means, but who does?
But how can you correct the 5-year-old who thinks “We Wish You A Merry Christmas” goes, “Good Taiwan to you, wherever you are”?
Jim gave me this today.
My favorite aspect of this, obviously, is that he cut it into two pieces but still made sure to bring me both. Or maybe there were three pieces. Or four! – And he just brought me his two favorites; I don’t know! Or his two least favorites! He’s a man of mystery.
Also, we played a game today in which the kids had to balance things on their heads and race (slowly). Jim couldn’t play. He simply could not. His head is too weird a shape.
I love him.
Nelson (the kid whose name “is Shoe”) is at it again.
Every Friday, we have assemblies in which the “best” students of the week from each class are awarded a special “Super Idol” pin. (It’s a pony show.)
This morning, when the award ceremony was done and we were closing with some songs, Nelson/Shoe raised his hand, presumably to request a song. What he said when I went over to him was unintelligible. I said, “Sorry, I don’t know that one. Let’s stick with ‘Twinkle Twinkle.'” As I started singing, he started marching, confidently and self-assuredly, onto the stage. I realized that what he’d been saying was, “Super Idol.” He wanted to get an award, too, and must’ve thought he’d worked out how: if you raise your hand and you get picked, you’re in!! I went onstage with him and let him sing Twinkle Twinkle into the microphone with me.
Better than a silly pin, anyway, if you ask me.