There's a little guy in one of my Pre-K classes with whom I have a morning ritual... he rolls into class looking more like 16 than 4, a little thug-like, but full of goodness.
I sit at the table and reach out my hand in a fist, call his name, and say, "Is it time?"
He usually looks at me. Looks down at my fist. Shakes his head.
A few minutes (or sometimes hours) later he will walk up to me and say, "Miss Shannon. It's time." and extend his own little fist to give me a pound. :)
Well this same sweet guy can't say the "s" sound if a word starts with the letter S (snake, sound, snip, silly). We had some snow this week and before recess one day he exclaimed,
I'z gonna play in the no!
I'z gonna make a no man with no balls!
Took us a minute to figure it out... :)
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