#sol17: Stuffed Animal School

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Day 11 of #sol17

     Bins are being overturned.  Chairs are being moved.  Name tags are being made.  Stuffed animal school is in session.

     We were supposed to go to dance class thing morning, but overslept after their big grade school talent show last night.  We might have been able to make it to dance, but the kids didn't want to go.  They were tired.  I was tired.  But I was still grumpy.  We could have made it.  Maybe.  I took away all technology, because you don't skip a class that makes you healthy to play on some mindless device.  I think those were my frustrated words when my son requested his iPad.

     I retreated back to my own room, ready to blog an angry mom blog about my frustration with keeping up with life.  But then, I saw the movement between their rooms begin.

     "Mom, I need your phone to play music.  My teacher plays calm music."

     "How do you spell Annie?"

     "Evan, can I use one of your desks?  I don't know how they are going to sit at these desks."

      A complaint came that the basket I gave them wouldn't be a good desk, because it was wicker and bumpy.  I reminded them that stuffed animals don't actually write, so it would probably be fine.

      Then, school started, and morning announcements began.  "Be the best you can.  MAP testing will begin on April 1st, so get a good night's sleep on March 31st.  Now it's time for joke of the day:  Why would a kid talk to his stuffed animal?  Because he's weird.  Ha ha ha.  Time for the Pledge: I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United Stated of America, and to the republic for which it stands, one nation, under god, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.  Go Bulls!  Go Patriots!  And, like we always say, GO BOBCATS!"

     GO BOBCATS was shouted from both rooms in unison.

     My son just came in and informed me that his kids were working on writing.  Good choice, Mr. Evan.  I think my daughter's class is currently in art.

     Dance class would have ended now, but school is still in session.  No more need for an angry mom blog, but perhaps next Saturday morning we will set our alarms clocks.  They can play school after dance next week.



  1. Aw, this is so cute! I love when little kids play school. I can remember playing school when I was young! It's wonderful that what might have been a really bad morning turned into imaginative play. Glad this isn't an angry mom post. ;-)

  2. Your post brought back so many wonderful memories that I have of my daughters playing school! My youngest would always be the bad kid named Meep, and the oldest, the frustrated teacher. Hmmm... I wonder where their inspiration came from? :-)
    And also the frustrations of trying to do to many things and feeling angry or disappointed in myself for not making it all happen (that still happens). Enjoy your day! and thanks for helping me reminisce on ones in my past!

  3. You described the scene so well. I miss the voices of my kids at play and this brought it all back. I hope your day continued to improve.

  4. I love listening to kids play their pretend games. So fun! My own kids (now grown) didn't play school, but loved to pretend they were dogs....One would be the "owner", and two would be the dogs. One of the dogs would usually be named "Pickles" for some reason. :-) Good memories! ~JudyK

  5. Love the story of your kids playing school, always so interesting to see what they have picked up from school and how they sound just like the teacher.

  6. I, too, am flooded with memories of attendance being taken among all of the stuffed animal and doll friends. We learn so much of what teacher talk they internalize when we hear it being used when they are the teacher - I find it fascinating.