That was the sentence that inspired a creative endeavor today. One of the children had drawn a picture. When I asked her where it went, she said, “It’s in the mailbox!” Hmm….I don’t currently have a mailbox in our room. I mentioned this discrepancy and she suggested that we could make one.
Pull out the boxes. Put out the paint. Find a smock and get ready to create.
The following conversations took place while the children painted:
Mrs. Forst: What do you do with a mailbox?
“Mail can come in it from the mail truck.”
“Then when you come in from your car, you’ll get some mail.”
Mrs. Forst: What is mail?
“Mail is some kinda mail.”
“You have to put something in it, like a person.”
“Mail is paper. It has like pictures and stuff.”
Mrs. Forst: Where does the mail truck come from?
“That’s too hard.”
Mrs. Forst: How do they get the mail in the truck?
“They open the back and the mail guy puts the mail in.”
Oh, yeah. I forgot that our wee ones are so literal.