Friday, December 10, 2010

DPP: Day 10

To say we are taking a relaxed approach to school this month would be generous.  Very generous.  Still, my friend Clara says that if you do math, it counts as school for the day, and I'm pretty sure she's got connections.  Anywho, we checked off our obligatory math lesson (plus extra review of those darned "oddball" facts that always throw you for a loop) and moved on to English grammar in the most fun form - Mad Libs.


These boys were made for Mad Libs; they just exude silliness.  "Peanut" and "underwear" featured frequently as nouns.  In order to be fair, I asked Matthew to tell me a noun.

     J:  Tell me a noun - a person, place, thing or idea.
     M:  Mmm...idea.

I thought maybe a number would be easier.

     J:  Tell me a number.
     M:  Yellow.
     J:  Yellow is a color.  I need a number.
     M:  Green.
     J:  Green is a color.  I need a number like 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15-16-17-18-19-20.
     M:  Yes.
     J:  Which one? 
     M:  Mmmm....red one. 

I gave up.  Here's a sample entitled: The Night Before Christmas.

'Twas the night before Halloween and all through the play, not a squirrel was stirring, not even a penguin.  The children exploded all snug in their clocks, while visions of onions snowed in their eyes.  When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my peanut to see what was the matter.  I knew in a toilet it must be Saint Mom, with her miniature box truck and 92 tiny rhinos named Dasher and Dancer and Andrew and Stephen.  She filled all our underwear, then laying her lungs aside of her skull, up the chimney she pushed.  But I heard her exclaim, as she flamed out of sight, "Gassy Chirstmas to all and to all a radioactive night."

After we checked off grammar, we moved on to arts, or more specifically, photography.  We practiced with some of the cool in-camera editing abilities. 

Fisheye Matthew


Next came science, and Stephen requested a photograph of his throat.  They thought it was really cool to use the zoom feature and pretend Stephen was swallowing us.  We always managed to escape.


Then there was a picture of Andrew's dangling tooth (so disgusting).  Apparently his bravery with pulling the first two has ebbed, and he will not let me jerk this thing out.  I tried coaxing him with a Tootsie Roll in the hope that the stickiness be the tooth's undoing.  To no avail.  (Secretly I'm just bitter because I wanted to be able to take a photo entitled, "All I Want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth").


Thankfully the school bell (in the form of a baby's cry) rang at this point thus ending our educational activities for the day.  Oh, what will I learn these children tomorrow?

1 comment:

  1. Great post. I love the first picture of the big boys laughing and what a great idea to do Mad Libs. I'm going to try that with Gabe - I'm sure his sense of humor will shine through :)

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