If he didn't know before...
...the poor kid knows now.
Dylan's first day back at school was on Monday since the whole ordeal with freaking out and being out of control. I think he has been a bit anxious, probably because I have been. Dylan is very intuituve.
There were two substitute teachers on Monday, so after waiting all morning in agony to hear how Dylan did, the deer-in-headlights sub. didn't even know what just hit her at the end of the day.
The real test would be Wednesday...today.
When I went to pick up Dylan, the teacher said that he had a good day. She had a hard time getting his attention and keeping it on the task, but he was more like himself today.
Enter Mama.
I came in right when the kids were gathering on the Alphabet Rug. The Alphabet Rug has, you guessed it, all of the letters of the English Alphabet going around it. The kids try to be the first on the rug so that they can sit on their favorite letter. Dylan was distracted and was one of the last ones to reach the rug. But, as he noticed me, he quickly sat on the letter "M" to save it for me.
"Mama! Come and sit on the M! Hurry up!"
As I was flattered that Dylan wanted me there, there were two reasonms that I could not join them on the fantastic rug. 1- Each letter is about 12" tall by 12" wide. Pretty teeny. 2- I had Jordan.
Dylan sat down on the M, disappointed, but cooperative.
Half way through their song, he saw the poor kid sitting on Dylan's "D"
The kids begin singing. "Five little turkeys sitting on the wall. The first one said gobble, gobble, gobble. The second one said Happy Thanksg...
"Dylan starts with D! See!" (pointing at his blue, felt name tag) "You are on MY letter D! The letter "D" is for THE DYLAN!"
Miss Sherry must see this often, because she corrected Dylan quickly and with astonishing results. Dylan returned to his letter "M" and finished singing the turkey song, jazz hand movements and all.
When we were leaving, Miss Sherry must have sensed that I was unsettled from Dylan's unusual behavior, and she told me that all the kids have been acting up. They normally do around holidays and when they are unable to play and get their energy out because of the weather.
I swear as we were leaving I could see Dylan pointing at his eyes, then to that kid, a la DeNiro in "Meet the Fockers"
Lesson of the day: D is for Dylan, ALWAYS remember that.
Dylan's first day back at school was on Monday since the whole ordeal with freaking out and being out of control. I think he has been a bit anxious, probably because I have been. Dylan is very intuituve.
There were two substitute teachers on Monday, so after waiting all morning in agony to hear how Dylan did, the deer-in-headlights sub. didn't even know what just hit her at the end of the day.
The real test would be Wednesday...today.
When I went to pick up Dylan, the teacher said that he had a good day. She had a hard time getting his attention and keeping it on the task, but he was more like himself today.
Enter Mama.
I came in right when the kids were gathering on the Alphabet Rug. The Alphabet Rug has, you guessed it, all of the letters of the English Alphabet going around it. The kids try to be the first on the rug so that they can sit on their favorite letter. Dylan was distracted and was one of the last ones to reach the rug. But, as he noticed me, he quickly sat on the letter "M" to save it for me.
"Mama! Come and sit on the M! Hurry up!"
As I was flattered that Dylan wanted me there, there were two reasonms that I could not join them on the fantastic rug. 1- Each letter is about 12" tall by 12" wide. Pretty teeny. 2- I had Jordan.
Dylan sat down on the M, disappointed, but cooperative.
Half way through their song, he saw the poor kid sitting on Dylan's "D"
The kids begin singing. "Five little turkeys sitting on the wall. The first one said gobble, gobble, gobble. The second one said Happy Thanksg...
"Dylan starts with D! See!" (pointing at his blue, felt name tag) "You are on MY letter D! The letter "D" is for THE DYLAN!"
Miss Sherry must see this often, because she corrected Dylan quickly and with astonishing results. Dylan returned to his letter "M" and finished singing the turkey song, jazz hand movements and all.
When we were leaving, Miss Sherry must have sensed that I was unsettled from Dylan's unusual behavior, and she told me that all the kids have been acting up. They normally do around holidays and when they are unable to play and get their energy out because of the weather.
I swear as we were leaving I could see Dylan pointing at his eyes, then to that kid, a la DeNiro in "Meet the Fockers"
Lesson of the day: D is for Dylan, ALWAYS remember that.
Labels: Dylan-ated, MDM
posted by Sarah at
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
2 Comments:
What a great story! Kudos to Dylan too. he sounds like such a great kid :)
hugs
Tami aka Marine Mom
I am so in "like" with you. I was going to say the other "L" word, but I didn't want you to think I meant it in that icky, perverse, ew, he makes my skin crawl way...but in that "God, I wish I knew you, way." I adore smart, funny people. Especially ones with great talent.
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