Catie made a “book” at daycare last week, and this is too good not to share. So, I give you….
Catie’s Feelings
The cover is a picture of her and a little boy in her class named David. They were playing basketball together. Do you see the hoop in between them that’s at their shoulder height? Aww yeah, my kid can slam dunk.
So, apparently the idea was to pick a few emotions, and the teacher asked them to draw it. Then she said, “So when were you happy/sad/whatever?” and she wrote on the page what the picture was supposed to illustrate.
Important to note: Catie’s drawing skills are, uh, less than stellar. She has a hard time pressing down the crayon hard enough to even make a visible scribble. We’re working on that.
“Catie is sad when Mommy said I didn’t get a treat.”
See the misery and woe in those sad scribbles? That’s all because I didn’t let her have a York peppermint patty five minutes before dinner. Yep. Worst mother ever, that’s me.
“Catie was happy at the beach with Mommy and Daddy.”
I love this one, not only because the sentiment is so sweet (aww, she remembers our fun trip to the beach!), but also because her drawing almost makes sense. Those scribbles actually look like wave lines in the ocean, right? Kinda? Maybe?
Whatever, *I* can see it.
And now, for our big finale (seriously, this is the last page of the book)…
“Catie was lonely on the playground.”
WTF? I have to be honest, I laughed when I saw this because it just doesn’t seem like her at all. I’ve never seen Catie lonely on the playground. This is a child who runs up to stranger-kids and says, “Hi, kid! Wanna play wif’ me?” So… uh… when exactly did she go all emo-kid on me?
I showed her the picture and said, “Sweetie, when were you lonely on the playground?”
She said, “Because, a mosquito landed on me, and it bit me, and it HURT!”
I said, “Well, baby girl, that means you were upset. Lonely means that you were sad and all by yourself. Have you ever felt like that?”
Her: “No, that’s silly!”
Right. That’s what I thought.
There you have it. Catie’s Feelings. Or something that she thinks means the same thing. Close enough.