Day of Discovery
The children busy themselves with crayons. Anna, Emily, and Timmy sit in high chairs ranged round the table. Nigel sits on the bench, because he is a Big Boy.
They have papers, large, overlapping papers taped to the table, they have crayons, one in each fist, most of them. They have a little modelling and assistance, courtesy of the Adult in Charge. (Me. Why?) They are all Set to Scribble.
Do we have scribblage? No, we do not. But we are exploring. We are making all manner of discoveries about crayons.
They sound good. Those chunky toddler markers make a great sound when hammered into a thick harvest table top.
They taste good. Anna in particular will have rainbow poop later this evening, and most sport primary-flecked grins.
They roll well, right off the table. They also bounce nicely when you drop them. (We have a lot of crayons. The fallen stay where they are, and Mary picks them all up at once during naptime. Mary does not enjoy the "I-drop-it-you-pick-it-up" game nearly so much as the children.)
They don't, however, draw very well on your friends.
But for all this exploring and discovering, they have minimal scribbling. Do they not understand their childhood duty to produce Fridge Art?
It seemed for a moment that Nigel (at nearly two the Grand Old Man of the daycare) might have been indulging in some artistic exploration. My attention on the absorbing task of removing green crayons from teeny teeth and teeny teeth from green crayons, I did note the absorbed silence emanating from
little big Nigel at my elbow. I attributed it to diligent scribbling, to intense focus on his creative efforts.
I do enjoy deluding myself, truly I do.
Nigel was intently focussed all right. On an empty pop can he'd found on the table. Upon ensuring himself that it was empty (which, thank the Lord, it was), he had discovered that there's a hole in the top of the can. He had further discovered that - oh happy day - the chunky toddler crayons fit neatly into the hole in the top of the can!!!!!!! He had made this discovery SIX times before Mary decided that Timmy looks just fine with a green grin and stopped plaguing the boy with exaggerated notions of cleanliness. Then Mary discovered Nigel's discovery.
And then, Mary discovered that it's a whole lot easier to get crayons into an empty pop can than it is to get them out, though, she did eventually discover, it is possible.
Who says your mind rots when you're home with babies? Pfft! I tell you, it's just one Big Discovery after another around here, all day long. All. Day. Long.
© 2006, Mary P