In the beginning, Katie would sit criss-cross applesauce reading a book just “yike the teacher.” You know, like the teacher reads, holding the book face-out so the class can see the pictures. I would often find Katie in a room by herself, flipping the pages, reading to her imaginary class.
Then, Katie must have decided she needed a student. I would sometimes catch her reading to her captive audience of Curious George or Clifford or sometimes even Queen Elsa. Katie would dutifully turn the pages and retell familiar stories to her sole student.
Then, I suppose Katie felt she needed a bigger audience. I walked into the playroom one day to find Katie reading yike the teacher to a room full of pillows. “Hi, Katie. Whatcha doin’?” I asked.
“Weeding to my too-dents.”
“Your students?” I repeated.
“There,” Katie said, pointing to the pillows. Katie sat (just yike the teacher) sharing her favorite books with her imaginary students.
Shortly thereafter, Katie must have realized we sure do have a lot of stuffed animals in our house. Suddenly, upon each pillow sat a different stuffed animal, listening contentedly to Katie’s stories. The animals perched upon child-sized chairs, blankets, cushions, doll strollers, and whatever else Katie could find around the house. If she was a real teacher, she may have started to complain about class size. Her audience of too-dents sure had grown!
I thought she just couldn’t get any cuter or any more serious about reading yike the teacher until last night when my husband and I were cleaning up the playroom. Katie’s class sat frozen in time, waiting for their teacher to return. “What’s this?” I heard my husband say.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Each of the stuffed animals – every dog, monkey, turtle, bear, rabbit and cat – was holding a pencil.
I guess Katie is going to start giving homework.