Proof# 843- How I Know Kids Are Strange

Give them two options; a difficult/painful  one and an easier one and they'll invariably choose the more painful one. This applies even when the pain inflicted is to them.

Case in point: 

Almost everyday Miss Haana is required to brush her teeth twice a day -morning and evening. But there are exceptions to every rule. Today as we got back after out fun trick or treat halloween night she was tired, sleepy, a little cranky, completely bushed and still jet lagged (from our trip to India we returned 2 days back from). If there ever was exception to a rule, it was today. So after the milk I offered her he sippy cup full of water- do swish and gulp little girl. 

She retaliated- she vehemently did not want anything to do with water at that point. Sleepy as she was, she rather wanted to get up and brush her teeth instead of having water from her sippy cup at that point!

Which planet are these little kids from?

Miss Elizabeth

My little girl loves her teacher Miss Elizabeth at her Montessori. Some days when I pick up little Miss Haana from her school, in the shape of Miss Haana, her teacher Miss Elizabeth comes home. 

She sits me down "quietly, okay?".  Then, some days, she puts on some music for me and tells me to "Listen to the music, veeerryy carefully, okay? Listen to it." If I start to get up and leave, she tells me to "No! Sssit. Sit quietly okay? Sit! Now listen to the music okay?" 

Some days if I hurt myself doing something, the little Miss Elizabeth (at my home) attends to me immediately. She checks my boo-boo, then tells me "Oww, it will be alright, okay? You'll be alright verryy soon, okay?"

The other day the little girl told me she will be a pink ballerina (they are going to have a dance recital for their ballet class). I got all excited and asked if she could teach me some and if I could be a pink ballerina too. I was told in no uncertain terms I could not be a pink ballerina. Heartbroken I lamented. She relented and declared I could be a brown one. I retorted I didn't want to be a  brown one, I wanted to be a pink one. After some negotiation we agreed on yellow!

On other days little Miss Elizabeth at my home sits me down and reads stories to me.

It's quite an experience having a Montessori teacher at home :)