Each of my kids insist they want to be teachers.
When she plays school, Sarah is very firm but patient with her students (Jack and Caroline).
When Jack plays school with Caroline, he either reads really long passages, asks Caroline to identify the main idea, and then yells at her when she answers incorrectly
~ Or ~
He asks Caroline things like, "Is 'joy' a synonym for 'happiness' or 'sadness', Caroline?"
Caroline answers, "Sad." The he flips out, slapping his forehead in disbelief that she doesn't know the right answer, "NO, Caroline! Synonyms mean the same thing! Joy and happiness. Joy and happiness. You need to listen!! Let's try this again!"
There hasn't been a time I haven't had to intervene on Caroline's behalf and tell Jack that he needs to find something else to play.
When Caroline plays school, it's always in the bathtub. She teaches her students (the shampoo bottles, etc) all about being nice and sharing. They have to sit around the rug (the washcloth) and sing songs.
The other day she lined up the Ivory soap, Mr Bubble bubble bath, and the detangling spray at the threshold of my bathrooom. I guess she was taking them out to recess. I wasn't paying attention and kicked over Mr. Bubble. Instinctively I said, "Oh! Sorry!"
Caroline said, "That's ok. Her not hurt." Then she picked up the bottle and made sure it was ok.
I think she'll make a great teacher. :)
Please overlook the dated tub and how dirty it is. It is never used!! I'm a shower-er.
(And I'll try to get around to cleaning it this week.)

