“It’s in the mailbox!”

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.