This is the second day of school for Bright Eyes. Already, she and her little clutch of friends are striving for good behavior, and most importantly, “table points”.
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|Rules are there for a reason.|
Unless you are familiar with the discipline plans and rewards used in an elementary classroom, that means nothing to you. “Table Points” are the points a cluster of six students called a ‘table group’ can earn by sitting up straight, paying attention, folding hands in front of them, or remaining silent when the world around them is wreaking wild havoc.
The table group who garners the most points throughout the whole week gets to choose prizes from the Treasure Chest. “Oh. My. Goodness. This is so big, like, you know, Grandma! And, we were the first table group for the school year, too.” Bright Eyes now sounds like every teeny girl in Disney™ television shows. It makes me sad, and a little cranky to be honest.
|You, too, can choose from the treasure chest!|
So, Bright Eyes hopped into the van, grasping her prize from the Treasure Chest. It was a small zippered bag, like a girl would carry in her purse for lipstick and such. She had so much to tell about her day, and she had to buckle in before she could examine her treasured prize.
There was silence from Bright Eyes as my daughter drove, letting Sunshine fill in the news of her day. Then, “Mommy, what is this?”
From the treasured prize, Bright Eyes pulled out three Tampons™, and held them up for her mother to view in the rear view mirror. She was told that they would talk about those things at home. But that was never enough for Bright Eyes; she knew a brush-off when she saw it. So Bright Eyes tore them open, and speculated about their uses. Not a flashlight…oh, look, here’s string…she swung the tampons around on their strings…No, this isn’t a telescope. Here, Sunshine! You can play with this one…”
|This looks like a good book.|
When they all arrived home and the front door closed, my daughter (God bless her.) gave Bright Eyes an abbreviated explanation; she took the Tampons away. Then she called the teacher, who listened in silence. The Teacher said, “Oh, dear. I’d better called Bright Eyes’ best friend. She picked the same thing.”
Ahhh. The joys of teaching. The joys of learning.