On Wednesdays we are joined at recess by the other pre-k class, and the Head Start class. While playing on the ladder-bridge, K.K. slipped and fell. His older sister (by about 10 months) rushed to his side to help him up. She wrapped both her arms around his neck from behind and pulled. K.K. resisted her help. They struggled.
From the other side of the playground equipment I yelled, “Marisol, let go of your brother!” She paid me no mind. “Marisol!” I yelled, trying to navigate around the equipment and through 39 pre-k kids. “Let go of your brother!” K.K. was gagging, and struggling to get away. Marisol kept trying to lift him.
“Marisol!” I yelled one more time. I should have had my hands on her by then, but Ursula and Ariel grabbed hold of me and tried to redirect me to the monkey bars, where they needed assistance crossing.
Mr. Jim was approaching Marisol and K.K. from the opposite direction, but I reached them — finally –, just seconds ahead of him. “You’re choking your brother. Let him go!” Even with my hand on her shoulder, Marisol ignored me. I couldn’t reach K.K.. He was underneath the ladder-bridge. I didn’t want to pull on Marisol while she had K.K. by the throat. Inspiration hit. “Mari!” I snapped, “Le’go your brudda now!”
She released him instantly. Mr. Jim, one knee on the ground as he reached for K.K., stared up at me with his mouth open. I shrugged and grinned, “Ya jus godda know how talk da language,” I said.
If you stay on the Island’s any longer you will be soon saying “Book em Danno”
I couldn’t resist.
Take care Quilly
I’m sure that learning the chatter is going to take you FAR with the 5th graders as well!
Communication is key sometimes, regardless of how it’s achieved.
The two main lessons for teaching and learning: Speaka da language and leggo a ya brudda.
Hehe, yep…you just gotta know what to say and when to say it. It’s the way of the kids.
Bill — I’ve never heard anybody here refer to Hawaii Five-O (or Magnum P.I.)
Melli — one hopes.
Nessa — always.
Doug — those are the two points I stress the most.
SN — it helps if one also carries a big stick …. Mine is figurative, of course. It is called, “time out.”
Kids always listen better when you speak their language. Our dog listens bettrer when you offer a treat.
immersion training, eh!
Dr. John — threats work well, too.
Polona — the best way to learn is to jump in and start doing.
Am I the only person here cringing at the thought of having two children ten months apart???
Mumma — Marisol is barely 10 months older then K.K. — and adopted. Her birth momma chose drugs over parenting, and Marisol is being raised by her aunt and uncle.
I don’t know if that makes it any better!
LOL That shouldn’t be funny but it really is. How in the world do you keep from laughing in front of these kids?! I just don’t think I could do it, I would be laughing all day long. Did you really put that little boy in time out?! haha
Donna, are you commenting on this post? Why would I put K.K. in time out for being choked?
Dern it! NO, I was supposed to be commenting on the shoes in the lunch room blog! No wonder some of these comments didn’t make sense to me! lol I swear I am so blonde sometimes – I guess I need a re-touch. So sorry about that. I think I’ll scroll up and read the right post now…
Okay now that was funny too. And, of course you wouldn’t put anyone in this situation in time out, now would you? lol
Good Lord, I worry about myself sometimes…
Donna — you can leave your comment on the wallpaper if you figure out how — only I’d like to to make sense so I can reply!
LOL