thursday therapy

Let me just start this post by saying that I have an incredible group of first graders this year.

They are smart, well-behaved {usually}, and always entertaining.

And cute as can be.

Today was our next study trip, learning about maple syrup and soil.

Excitement.

I was pretty impressed with my students' ability to listen for very long periods of time. They rocked it. Minus the time I had to take undisclosed objects out of a student's mouth.

Whoops.

They even managed to listen to the bearded man talk about how "everything poops" {and that is a direct quote} and introduce them to the term "scat".

You can read more about that topic here:

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Clearly my maturity level is not that of a 7 year old.

Some other highlights:

• "He has snow down his pants?" Yes, it was a question. And in case you were wondering, the answer was thankfully no.
• "I love snow. In fact, my friends call me a snowflake." -said by an adult
• Listening to a parent argue on the phone in the small sugarhouse during a syrup making demonstration.
• The amount of health food in the sack lunches was astounding. A small serving of 10 cookies, McChicken sandwiches {stored in a cooler, probably at least half a day old}, snowmen marshmallows, and homemade bologna. Sign me up.
• A classic Native American tale turned into sheer terror//traumatic//life-altering horror story for one Amish girl.

Another study trip. Another success.