Aug 28 2009
Yellow Light
Every day when I pick up Zeke from Kindergarten, I ask him, “What did you do today?” This question is embedded into the mind of all Mothers and they are unable to fight the compelling urge to ask it. Mothers may alter the wording by asking, “How was your day?” or “Did you have a good day?” or “What happened today?”, but ask they must.
On the first day, Zeke replied “cutting”. On the second day, Zeke replied ‘gluing”. On the third day, the school had a fire drill and Zeke informed me that the fire drill interrupted coloring. On the fourth day, Zeke stepped into the van and asked me, “What does the yellow light mean?”
Earlier in the day, Zeke’s class of kindergartners was working on a paper with a stoplight on it. The focus of the lesson was top, middle, and bottom. Zeke’s teacher asked the class if they had seen a stoplight before. After their reply, she asked, “What does the red light mean?” All the Kindergarteners answered, “Stop.”
Next, she asked, “What does the yellow light mean?” The rest of the class said, “Go Slowly.” Zeke replied, “Go Faster.” Then, for good measure, he added, “My Mom doesn’t want to get stuck at another red light.”
tee hee I’m with Zeke :)
This is too cute…i love Zeke