It’s not really a surprise that Piper’s favorite part of kindergarten so far is recess. Since she still doesn’t have a “real” teacher (still waiting, tapping my foot impatiently), there is a lot of recess time. I’m not complaining. Yet. Piper has declared kindergarten awesome because “it’s as fun as preschool without all that boring reading and writing.” Grr. Reality may hit pretty hard once “real” teacher shows up.
In the mean time, Piper plays a lot of a game called “Chasing Carter.” She was astounded one day on the playground to see Carter, a former preschool classmate, on the SAME playground. How can that possibly be? He was at the OTHER school and now he’s at THIS school. This quandry amazes Piper. I’ve pointed out that she, too, was at the OTHER school and now she’s at THIS school, but Piper is not known for her rationality. Here’s how Piper describes “Chasing Carter”:
“So, I see Carter, right? Madeline and I go up to him and say ‘Hey, Carter. Wanna play?’ and he runs.”
“What do you do?”
“We chase him.”
“That sounds like fun. Did you catch him?”
“No,” Piper says, “Carter doesn’t want to play.”
“But it sounds like he’s playing. I thinking you and Madeline chasing him is the game.”
“Nope,” she says, shaking her head, “he doesn’t want to play. That’s why he runs.”
“Does he scream and run away? Or yell at you to stop chasing him?”
“Not really. He yells ‘Chasing Carter’ and runs.”
“Then what do you do?” I ask.
“I chase him.”
some boys are like that (lol)