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Wednesday – Where the Kids Have No Names
Sep. 29th, 2010 04:19 pm.
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With one exceptions, Sweet Pea does not know any of the names of the children in his class, or so he says when we ask him. It has been 6 weeks since he first started kindergarten. Well, he knows one name, now: the name of the little boy he bit on the playground yesterday. His teacher called to tell me about the bite. We spoke as I drove from my office to Sweet Pea's school. I mentioned that he does not know the names of the other children, not even the names of those who sit at this table.
"It's too hard to remember," he said. He gets very upset when we ask him, like he is worried we will be dissappointed in him for this.
( Somebody be nimble / Somebody be quick / Somebody better move / Or he's gonna get bit. )
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With one exceptions, Sweet Pea does not know any of the names of the children in his class, or so he says when we ask him. It has been 6 weeks since he first started kindergarten. Well, he knows one name, now: the name of the little boy he bit on the playground yesterday. His teacher called to tell me about the bite. We spoke as I drove from my office to Sweet Pea's school. I mentioned that he does not know the names of the other children, not even the names of those who sit at this table.
"It's too hard to remember," he said. He gets very upset when we ask him, like he is worried we will be dissappointed in him for this.
( Somebody be nimble / Somebody be quick / Somebody better move / Or he's gonna get bit. )
