It’s true; it’s hard, if not impossible, to compete with children and animals when it comes to being cute and/or funny. Fridays at My Pleasant Places is my opportunity to share things that are, well, FUN! For me, most of the time, that means funny.
Today, I have a couple of short stories to share with you about children that I know. The first one is about Aidan. His mother posted the following to Facebook:
In class today, during ‘I spy with my little eye,’ Aidan decided to play with a friend instead. His teacher made the two of them stand up for a few minutes as discipline. When I asked Aidan how this made him feel, he said: “Well, just a little hungry.”
After I was through laughing, I had to be a little impressed with Aidan. His response is so…unaffected. Many kids would have gone into a deep depression having been “singled out” and “abused” by a teacher like that, but Aidan seems to have kept everything in perspective. Oh, if only we adults could respond to correction with such maturity!
My daughter, who runs a preschool/private school told me this next story.
For a week, an array of community service workers came to the school and talked to the kids about their various professions. As you might expect, the most anticipated visitors were the firemen and the policemen. The firemen were indeed a hit, what with that big truck and all, but surprisingly, the men that represented the law enforcement service sector did not put on a good show. They were totally out of touch with preschool-age children—no visuals, no activities, just sitting in front of the class of tiny humans ready to answer their questions. And did the children oblige! They fired one question after another.
“Have you ever killed anyone?”
“Can I shoot your gun?”
“Have you ever been shot?”
From there, the children hijacked the meeting completely and began to offer commentary on their interaction with the police.
“My neighbor is a policeman.”
“One time when my uncle was at my house, the police came and put handcuffs on him and took him to jail.”
“The police stopped my mama last week because she was driving too fast. She was mad!”
And on and on and on…
It didn’t take the policemen long to assess the situation and realize things were getting out of hand. In a brave attempt to regain control, one of them raised his hand to silence the mob and then asked calmly, “Do any of you have any questions?” And then, in a moment of inspiration, he added, “Questions that start with who, what, or when.”
There was a millisecond of silence as the children digested this comment from a man with a gun—and then a hand shot up. The officer acknowledged the blond-headed boy who had the first question.
“Wheeeen [emphasis on the when, per the cop’s instructions] I was in the grocery store with my dad, I saw a policeman.”
At that point, the men visibly conceded that they were not trained for this kind of situation and bowed out as gracefully and quickly as they could.