Learning. Or not.
That last post down there? All play is learning?
Overheard this morning. Darcy and Arthur are playing, have been playing, in the kitchen for half an hour. Happy little voices murmur. Well, okay, it’s ARTHUR and Darcy. One little voice murmurs, the other bludgeons. But they’re both happy. Happy together. For half an hour. Play, play, play, play, play.
Then this:
“Are we playin’ school?”
“No, we’re playin’ turtles.”
“Oh.”
So maybe it’s not all learning. At any rate, what two kids in the same game are learning is anyone’s guess. Which can be said of two kids in a classroom, or two adults in a meeting, come to that…
p.s. to Q: or two adults in a church, hey, sweetie?
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A childcare provider is expected to be a superhuman mix of the Madonna and Mary Poppins, ever patient, loving, kind, always delighting in the sweetness of her charges. I don’t do such a bad job, all in all, and it’s far more likely the parents than the children who strain my sanity most days. But I’m here to tell you: It’s Not ALL Mary Poppins…






