Me: Henry, did you go outside at school today?
***side note: often in our kindergarten classes they play outside in an enclosed blactop area…no playground equipment…so they can play kickball or other games like that)***
Me: Who did you play with?
Henry: No one. I just stood there. (Okay, right about there I just needed to hoist my heart back up from my stomach into it’s normal cavity real quick before I continued on with my questioning).
Sad Me: Well, what were the other kids doing?
Henry: They were playing with all the balls so I didn’t have anything to do.
Sad Me: Did you ask if you could play with them?
Henry: Yes and they didn’t want to. (Okay, are you trying to kill me Henry? I now feel totally and completely horrible…) Henry continued on: There weren’t enough balls and they didn’t want to share. (Hooligans, they were.)
Sad Sad Sad Me: What were all the kids without balls doing?
Henry: They were just standing there, too. (So I now have this sad picture in my head of a bunch of 5 year olds, nervous and sad and lonely, moping around for 15 minutes with nothing to do, while the three street-toughs with big red playground balls run around joyfully not sharing. Yes, I have been known to mingle with drama now and then.)
The next day he came home with two scraped up knees and a bloody elbow.
Because they played tag at recess today.
He fell down.
He got some booboos.
He got bandaids.
He was all better.
In summation, scraped up extremeties + band-aids = a good day in kindergarten. At least for little boys.
And also, little boys with band-aids on their knees are really stinkin’ cute.