It’s Not All Mary Poppins

Attention (hi!) Span? There’s (SMASH) nothing (hi!) wrong with (hi!) my attention (DATS MINE!) span.

“Hi!” Timmy’s bright eyes twinkle up at me. He’s the smilingest, sunniest, brightest little guy. Cute as a button, too. Reminds me a lot of the youngest Disney dwarf, Dopey. Particularly the grin and the ears.
“Hello, there!”
“Hi to you, too.”

Malli wanders by, humming a tuneless little ditty, a small blue plastic basket overflowing with big plastic blocks in her arms.


“I don’t think she’s listening to you, lovey.”

“Oh! Nigel! Please don’t stand on the plastic blocks, buddy. They will break.”
“Why?” He looks at his foot, lifts it off the block and onto the floor.
“The plastic blocks aren’t as strong as the wooden ones, and you’re a big boy. You’ll break them if you stand on them.”
“Never mind ‘why’. Just stay off the block.”
“Don’t say ‘why’. Say ‘Yes, Mary’.”
“Yef, Maywee.”
“Thank you.”

“Hi, Tims.”

CRASH! The oversized blocks pour from Malli’s basket and bounce across the floor. She grins, then squats down to put the blocks back into the basket.

“You like that word, don’t you, bud?”

Malli walks by with her refilled basket, humming that tuneless hum.
“Nigel! What did I say about those blocks?”
“Dey wiw bwake if I stan’on dem.”
“Exactly. Now put that foot back on the floor.”
“Thank you, Nigel. Now, come over here. I’m going to take the puzzles out. You want to do a puzzle?”
“Oh! Puzzoh!”
“Good man.”

CRASH! Malli has emptied the basket again in a different corner of the room.

“Hey there, Timmy.”
“You know any other words, Mr. Man?”
“Guess not.”

“Malli? You know what? Those are not your blocks. They are mine. I share them with you, so you can share them with Emily and Anna.”
“Hey, Tim. Malli, see what Emily and Anna are doing?”
“Puttin’ the box in the basket.”
“Yes. Putting the blocks in the basket, just like you! You know what I think? I think they’re helping you.”
Her brown eyes are dubious, but calm.
“You came up with a good game. Anna and Emily think so, too. Now they all like to play your good game. See? They almost have that basket full, now.”
“They putting all the box in my basket.”
“Yes, and then they’ll need to dump them out somewhere else. Where should they dump them?”
“I know! Can I help them?”
“Of course! Then you can all play that good game together!”

“You know, you really need to enrich your vocabulary, little man.”

February 22, 2007 - Posted by | daycare, individuality, socializing


  1. okay, honestly, i was in the middle of reading this post when one of my students (yes, was reading in class, but in my defense, they were working independently) came up to ask me a question. i didn’t know the answer, so i used the browser to look up the answer. we chatted for a bit and then he went back to his desk, content with his new knowledge. and then i clicked my browser open to head back to my bloglines, the whole while thinking, “i have to know how that post ends!”

    hee, hee. i find your day extremely amusing. 🙂

    Comment by lara | February 22, 2007 | Reply

  2. Hi!

    Comment by blytheswideshut | February 22, 2007 | Reply

  3. Whew! You’ve got your hands full and are STILL able to hold proper conversations with those wee ones of yours! Me? I would probably have caved and called Hubby to come home early from work…!

    Comment by Mama's Moon | February 23, 2007 | Reply

  4. Hi!

    Thanks Mary, I think you’ve helped cure my recent bout of insomnia (almost 4 a.m. here). That post just exhausted me! Night, night.

    Comment by mamacita tina | February 23, 2007 | Reply

  5. I was a daycare provider for 6 years and I’m ROFL over this post because it brings back such vivid memories.

    Great blog 🙂

    Comment by Jules | February 23, 2007 | Reply

  6. HI!!

    Comment by ann adams | February 23, 2007 | Reply

  7. That might just make me snap…

    Comment by kittenpie | February 23, 2007 | Reply

  8. Lara: Most days, I find my day quite amusing, too! Other days, the blogging really helps to find the humour. I won’t say which kind of day this was. 🙂

    Blythe, Tina, Ann: Oh, thanks, you guys. Of course, I just need some more “hi’s” to round out my day… HI!

    Mama’s Moon: Years of practice. I’ll bet I can pretty much do this in my sleep. Well, perhaps not. But today? Today I was close. (I’ve caught yet another cold.)

    Mamacita Tina: Glad to be of assistance. Sweet dreams!

    Jules: I gather you have four children, though, right? So this isn’t too far from your normal home life, even without the daycare, yes? No?

    Kittenpie: Whenever I get to the snapping point, I take a couple of deep breaths, find my focal point (I taught Lamaze for ten years, remember), drop those shoulders, and “go Zen”. Works like a charm!

    Comment by MaryP | February 23, 2007 | Reply

  9. Okay, I was going to just type “Hi” but I see that I wouldn’t have been that original.

    I get exhausted chasing two little ones around. I think people like you deserve a medal for the amount of energy you have to contain!

    Comment by Matthew | February 24, 2007 | Reply

  10. […] “Remember this stage?” I grin at him. […]

    Pingback by He says, she says « It’s Not All Mary Poppins | January 28, 2009 | Reply

  11. Atleast he is being friendly Mary. Sigh. Not having a good day here…

    Comment by Suzi | January 28, 2009 | Reply

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