Mrs. McTwitter the babysitter/ I think she's a little bit crazy/ She thinks the babysitter's supposed/ to sit upon the baby.
Green means go/ Red means stop/ But what do you do/ when the light turns blue/ With orange and lavender spots?
Rockabye baby on the tree top/ Don't you know a treetop/ Is no safe place to rock/ Baby, I think somebody down here's got it in for you.
Did somebody say, "Shel Silverstein"? Those were from memory, it's been ten years since I laid eyes on my copy so don't quote me on 'em.
So, I thought I'd drop in and report that blowing up Peeps at work yesterday was a HUGE success. We used the Peeps to make s'mores. It was excellent. All of the other teachers who passed through thought it was the most creative thing ever. And the art teacher said, "This isn't food! It's art!"
To which one of my preschoolers asked, "But we can still eat it, right?"
I took that as a high compliment, though.
vw, that's awesome!
Toddson, that so could be one of my kids. There but for the grace of whatever....
Yeah, it sounded like some of the things people have reported on here.
And vw, glad you and the kids had fun! and yummies!
I can had endocrinologist! Not until April 6th, but there you go.
I just got to hear "He's not my president, I didn't vote for him" for the first time since the election. Can't describe how irritated I was -- goddammit, I'm not sure George Bush was even elected the first time, and I still had to have him for a president for eight years, you're damn well GONNA acknowledge Obama as president!
Good news, Aimee!
Oh, ugh, Emily. That is just...ugh.
The Peeps experiment sounds awesome, vw.
Shel Silverstein. Eh. I first encountered his work a couple of years ago via
The Giving Tree,
which is afaic a short version of Hil's Elsie book, only with less in the way of incesty bondage squick.
But I love
Pirate Captain Jim.
PIRATE CAPTAIN JIM
"Walk the plank!" says Captain Jim.
"But Captain Jim, I cannot swim!"
"Then you must steer us through the gale!"
"But Captain Jim, I cannot sail!"
"Then Down with the galley slaves you go!"
"But Captain Jim, I cannot row!"
"Then you must be a pirate clerk!"
"But Captain Jim, I cannot work!"
"Then a Pirate Captain you must be."
"Thank you, Jim!" says Captain Me.
I'm pretty certain I used "He's not my president" numerous times throughout Bush's term, but at least I did my level best only to say it in front of people who I felt pretty certain agreed with me, and if I thought otherwise I tried to keep my mouth shut. It's an understandable sentiment, but it's just kind of tacky to express it in front of people who you know disagree passionately.
Not to mention, if you're a student saying this to a teacher who disagrees? Both tacky and deeply, deeply stupid.
That's a great-awful article, Toddson, though the comments fill me with terror. Seriously, some people think the authorities should "investigate" that family because the house in the picture is too messy? I tremble to think how they'd judge the rest of us; I know for damn sure that if the house in that picture is too messy for children, our apartment is downright abusive.
