There is a routine every time we follow every time my daughter and I attend parent/child class. It goes like this:
outdoor play time
Free play begins at 9:00 a.m. Snack time is usually around 10:45 a.m. Therefore, story time happens around 11:15 a.m. It’s a long morning for a two year-old by the time story time arrives. Therefore, my daughter is tired.
For the past two days we’ve been at school she has laid down on her lily pad (aka: Boppy pillow) during the story. Her pals (also two years-old) haven’t loved that. Last Wednesday one little girl repeatedly implored her to share her lily pad. She said, “Isabelle, share,” multiple times. Isabelle wasn’t into it. She continued to lay on her belly, eyes on the story.
Today, one of the little boys was displeased she had chosen to lay on the ground during the story time (which is an oral story and puppet show rolled into one). He commanded her to “sit up and sit on my lap.”
His mom and I stifled giggles. “Did you hear him?” she mouthed to me.
“Yes!” I mouthed back.
But Isabelle wasn’t into it. She didn’t comply. Instead she kept laying on the floor, head on the Boppy pillow, eyes on her teacher from her flat vantage point. (BTW: Her teacher was telling a story that included the most exquisite felted animals. I was captivated. But in Isabelle’s defense, the story was about 8 – 10 minutes long.)
Eventually, Isabelle tired of the little boy asking her to sit up. So, she did the unexpected. She stood up and tried to run away. One of the other moms got to her and brought her back before I did. She laid down and then popped up again. This time I caught up with her and said, “this is what we’re doing right now.” I led her back to the story time by the hand. But then she wanted to get up close and personal with her teachers puppet play board. She went right up to it and grabbed a large pine cone (that symbolized a tree in the forest). I promptly grabbed it from her hand, put it back on the board, lifted her up, and held her ’til the end of the story.
Snip, snap, snout. This tale is told out.
With those words, I released Isabelle from my arms so we could sing the good-bye song.
I wonder what will happen during Wednesday’s story time…