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Flash Cards, Child Funny Poetry, and Early Childhood Education
Challenge: Flash Cards, Child Funny Poetry, and Early Childhood Education
Over in the corner booth of the Family Room at Molly's Pub two young parents wait for their dinner, and so as not to waste the time, for time is money, are flipping
flash cards at their heir apparent, who sits in his highchair, crayon poised, looking rather puzzled.
The current card held up for his consideration says: "10²" and when he blurts out the oft-reinforced answer of "100" their joyous laughter resounds throughout the room, rather causing the other patrons to startle.
Looking up from her thinly-sliced cucumber sandwiches, lightly buttered, on white bread, with crust trimmed, our Martha, who runs the virtual Early Childhood Education Center next door, merely sighs, suppressing the urge to leap across the table and show the young fellow how to make confetti out of flash cards.
Mom and Dad, however, are delighted, in fact, so encouraged by this intellectual feat that they leave the child to chew his crayon in peace (a red one which tastes like cherry, non-toxic , of course) and gleefully continue filling out the form for Eton, to be followed some years hence by the one for Oxford.
She feels pity for such children whose parents have rather skewed priorities regarding early childhood education, feeling that they would do greater good stacking blocks, shaping clay, or reading the child funny poetry of Shel Silverstein, Dr. Seuss, or even a plethora of limerick poems. Howsomever, Martha applauds their clear interest in the young master's education, for as a teacher she knows a secret: so long as a parent delivers their teaching with kindness, no matter what they actually say, the wee one will benefit from an adult's attention and interaction.
Nor was Molly herself immune to this strange propensity to use various forms of educational enrichment, having once shredded an immense Atlas of the World, laminating a dozen or so pages and using them as place mats for the children. They are still laughing. One never knows when Jay Leno may posit a geography question to one's offspring for his "jaywalking" segment and it seemed to Molly critical that they should know that there lies two oceans, one on each side of this great land. Practically speaking, such information ensures that one will not wind up inadvertently in Tibet or even Kalamazoo. Now actually, Molly was recently in Kalamazoo for a most happy occasion, but that is another story altogether, and I digress.
TOO LATE
I raised my hand in circle time I waved it in the air, But she just kept on talking 'bout the stupid weather bear. And when she finally finished I'd used my brain a lot And what it was I had to say My brain had since forgot.
THE SHY CHILD
Just give me some time— I need to watch for awhile and see how this works This room full of people and new stuff.
I am not unhappy; I am just watching to see where I fit in. And when I trust you and the others in this new place —my time-not yours— I will come in and let you know me. SHOW AND TELL DAY
I waited all week for Show and Tell Day. I brought something in and I've something to say. We sit in our circle and each takes a turn I wait and I wait and I try not to squirm.
Jim brought a slinky and Lee brought his kite "Sit still says my teacher—let's all be polite." I try to be patient, I try not to whine But eleven more kids have a turn before mine.
Then finally it's my turn—It's finally here. But teacher says "Sorry, we're out of time dear. We're a little off schedule, but here's what we'll do— On our next Show and Tell Day, we'll start out with you!"
I put on my jacket to go out and play. I don't think I think much of Show and Tell Day. WEATHER BEAR
Weather Bear, Weather Bear, What will you wear?
I'm already at school So I don't really care. BLOCK TOWER
OK here goes crash smash bang that's done… Knocking it down is half the fun.
PUZZLING
I finished the puzzle. One piece isn't here… So the dog in the picture Is missing his ear.
Where does a piece go When it leaves the box? Probably the same place That has half my socks.
DINOSAURS
When I play with dinosaurs I use a growling voice I crash my feet and eat raw meat And bite at other dino's feet—
I see my teacher roll her eyes, Preferring we play sweetly But she lets us have the dinosaurs— — She understands completely.
AT THE EASEL
My tree is red, my dog is red, My rainbow is red too. The teacher smiles and says to me— "I see you like red, Sue."
Yes, I know that trees are green For that is what you teach But red's the only color of The paint that I could reach!
LETTER OF THE DAY
It's Letter of the Day-day-day And I want to run away-way-way Everybody has brought a thing-thing-thing That starts with R like ring-ring-ring
Then we all sit down and talk-talk-talk And I'd rather play with chalk-chalk-chalk Cause it makes no sense to me-me-me After all I'm only three-three-three.
I can't tell a Q from O, O, O, I know someday I will know, know, know, But today I'd rather be, be, be Outside climbing up a tree, tree, tree.
Flash Cards for Early Childhood Education or Reading a Child Funny Poetry, whatever method the young parent chooses, they are to be commended for spending time with their offspring.
Perhaps I shall go and do likewise by ringing up one or two or three or more of my own
, who are somewhat past the flash cards stage, yet no doubt require my advice regarding their own young heirs, for I have found a delightful childhood education software that promises to advance their grade level by months, possibly even years. And since it is never too soon to introduce cultural literacy,
perhaps I shall send along a copy or two of Literati Limericks…
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