There comes a time with my little darlings in 6 year-old land, when no amount of structure and order can account for “fun.” None at all. Meaning, forget lesson plans and ordinary crafts; the only things written on their cute little stubborn faces when I walk through the door are disinterest and naughtiness and tuning Teacher Lindsey out-ness. Very well. I can work with that. I was a naughty 6-year-old one time too, you know. So it’s in these dire situations that I have to call in for back up. “Back up” in this case, was finger paint. And what a better way to celebrate the hallmark holiday then with the love and hugs and kisses that is finger painting turned into full-blown colossal paint fighting. Which consequently left all of us (myself included) looking like we were headed straight to “The Blue Man Group” open call tryouts.
Making messes always brings the little tykes back around, always. Hopefully now when my head pops into their minds they will remember that occasionally I’ll let them bounce off the walls, and because of that they will respect me. That’s my philosophy right now. Hey if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.