Twelve children. Twelve pallets. All are sleeping. The only sounds in the room were K.K.’s and Chez’s baby snores, the soft tap of the computer keys beneath my fingers, and the gentle swish of Ms. Jewel’s paint brush. Suddenly Harold, whom we’ve been nagging about using the potty, sits up on his pallet and pipes, “Ms. Jewel, I gotta poop!”
Ms. Jewel whispers back urgently, “Well come on. Stand up. Let’s go, but be quiet.”
Harold bounds to his bare feet and as he’s carefully picking his way across the carpet on tippy-toes he shouts out, “Look, Ms. Jewel, I’m being quiet good!”
i suppose you had to use your magic touch quite a lot afterwards…
He must be a distant relative
Polona — surprisingly, not. Only one kid woke. He sat up, looked around, laid down and went back to sleep.
Pauline — to you or to me?
Some kids can sleep through anything.
Mumma — I was one of those kids and am one of those adults. The only thing that wakes me is OC leaning over me — and I wake so abruptly and so startled it either frightens him, too — or (when he’s expecting it) amuses him greatly.
ROFL! Tooooo cute!
Melli — “quiet” is a hard concept to grasp. Remember Jake, my fifth grader last year? IF I could get his mouth quiet, his feet or hands had to tap. I told him once I needed him to not make a sound, period, and he replied in horror, “You mean all of me?”