You asked to swing, and then you asked to sing, “We will rock you.” Another person on the swing started singing, “Mud on your face.” You joined in. There were three of you on the swing. Someone else started a new song, “Itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout.” You added poop to the song.
I thought that maybe everyone likes poop since you talk and sing about it a lot. You said that it was because poop is funny. Later someone else said it’s because kids think it’s funny, but adults don’t. I wonder if your grownup thinks poop is funny.
While we were on the swing, you asked me to sing Spiderman. I explained that I don’t know it. I think that I will look it up now.
Spider-Man, Spider-Man, Does whatever a spider can Spins a web, any size, Catches thieves just like flies Look Out! Here comes the Spider-Man.
Is he strong? Listen bud, He’s got radioactive blood. Can he swing from a thread? Take a look overhead Hey, there There goes the Spider-Man.
In the chill of night At the scene of a crime Like a streak of light He arrives just in time.
Spider-Man, Spider-Man Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man Wealth and fame He’s ignored Action is his reward.
To him, life is a great big bang up Wherever there’s a hang up You’ll find the Spider-Man.
“Meow.” said the kitty. Soon there was a chorus of meows filling the air as the other kitties joined the first kitty. One kitty crashed into their home, and it tilted to one side. The kitties couldn’t get in. They asked us to rebuild their home.
They couldn’t go in their home. I wondered if they would figure out how to fix it after smashing it. Later I looked. They had. It was taller and skinnier, but all the kitties had gone inside.
You wanted to connect the white pipes together. Someone went to get tape. You learned that there were connectors. Someone asked another if they could help them. You figured out how you could make them stand up in the sand.
Much later, at the end of the day, you pushed one into the sand, twisting it back and forth. You noted that it made a mountain up around the pipe.
“I want to be alone in the hammock.” “I want to be alone in the hammock.” “We want some alone time.” Hmmm… Rainbow School is for everyone. There’s no, “You can’t be here.” We’re in charge of our own bodies as long as we’re taking care and being safe, following our three rules:
We take care of ourselves. We take care of each other. We take care of Rainbow School.
So what to do, what to do. Sometimes, I feel like being alone too. There is the snuggly. There are the desks. I wonder if you’ve found a spot where you can be alone at Rainbow School.
Thank you for the day. There were so many things. Colored water. Paint. Rivers. Climbing. Ghosts. The beginnings of a house. Babies. Peeing in the potty.
And writing. I’m a writer. You are all writers too. Some of you bold line write. Some of you line and circle write. Some of you do loopy writing, some of you do zig zag writing. Some of you do picture writing. Some of you do letter writing. Some of you write in more than one of these ways.
I got to be in a story someone wrote and gave to someone else. I was in the story with Butt Man and Pac Man. In an earlier story Pac Man had eaten all the letters. Now Pac Man knows all the stories and all the things about everything.
One of my favorite restaurants is Sugar & Spice, they serve children, and children are delicious. They have many choices of children, sweet ones, spicy ones, umami ones, crunchy ones, and soft ones. It’s a very difficult restaurant to keep open though. The supply of children is tricky.
You have to catch them. They hide. They run fast. They disappear. As luck would have it, some chickens showed up in their place. There was much bock bocking. The Sugar & Spice restaurateur decided to close Sugar & Spice and open a Raise the Roost instead.
There was a bin with googly eyes, feathers, sparkly things, oak balls, wood chips, twigs, dirt, leaves, and other treasures. You joined me as I hunted through this bin. You pulled out treasures and sparkly things to give your mom. You found a sparkly cat. You collected your treasures on the side of the sandbox. You thought your mom would feel happy looking at them.
A second person joined us and went on her own treasure hunt. She collected her finds in a little blue net. Hers were different then yours. You each had your own idea of what was a treasure. She hunted differently too. She swept everything to the side and looked at what remained. You used your hands to move the top layer away.
Both of you used your eyes and hands to search. She wanted to give the treasures to her mother and her father.
A third person joined us. She collected only the beans. She’d brought a coffee filter over in order to lay her treasures on top. The beans were mostly a creamy beige and lightly colored and blended in with the leaves, twigs, wood chips, and dirt. They didn’t stand out like the brightly colored and sparkly treasures.
“I can look through here.” You each moved along the fence looking through cracks or knot holes into the neighbor’s yard. “Let’s pull these out.” I reminded that we take care of Rainbow School. Our music corner is for everyone to use, and they wouldn’t be available if you broke them.
“But we have to get over the fence.” We have a step ladder, so we went on a search for the step ladder. “We have to get over the fence. We need a long one.” We tried the step ladder. First one climbed up. They couldn’t see over. Then another climbed up. They couldn’t see over.
So we tried a triangle. Several people helped move it and get it up over the musical pipes. It worked. You could see over the fence. One was even able to stand on the hooks in the fence. “We have to smash the fence.”
I informed that we have to have a fence since we’re a school. “We need to get in the yard.” You explained that something had been thrown over the fence that you wanted to retrieve. I explained that now that thing was the neighbor’s because it was in their yard. We can’t go into people’s yards without asking them if it’s okay first.
Chase! Chase! Chase us! One person dashed right into my outstretched arms, and I gobbled them up. They were so sweet and tasty. Everyone else dashed by. “Distract her! Someone yelled. I wasn’t going to be distracted.
“Which way are you going?” I was going to go whichever way you went. You ran up Rainbow Mountain. I ran towards the downside of Rainbow Mountain. You ran into the Sleeping Barn. I ran to the swing side.
You ran to the Hello Goodbye gate. I ran towards the Pine Forest. You ran onto the pirate ship. I ran to the sandbox. And I didn’t catch a single one.
Penelope Rex is a character in a book we have at Rainbow School. Do you remember her? I was thinking about her today. In the Hello Goodbye Yard, all the children sat on one side of the Hello Goodbye Yard and every time poor Penelope Rex tried to sit next to someone, all the children moved away.
Penelope Rex tried to join the game of good guy bad guy, but none of the children would let Penelope be the good guy. She didn’t want to be the bad guy.
Some children decided to play with the unicorns and blocks. Penelope Rex loves unicorns. She especially loves rainbow unicorns. She especially loves one special rainbow unicorn. The children weren’t playing with the special rainbow unicorn. They had decided to keep the rainbow unicorn from Penelope.
Soon all the children were playing unicorns and blocks and keeping Penelope from getting to play with that one special rainbow unicorn that she loved. Penelope waited patiently for a turn, but they never gave her a turn. She wanted to play unicorns and blocks too and was using a lasso to catch unicorns.
The other children started throwing unicorns and blocks at Penelope. Penelope thought it was just part of her lasso game until BOOM! A unicorn hit her on the head. Ouch! Then one of the children used the toy they’d been using as a unicorn prod on Penelope. Ouch! Penelope started to cry. Poor Penelope!
