So, my third-grader and our neighbor girl (also a third-grader) went on a field trip with their classes on Wednesday. It was to a local art institute. I happen to take both of them to faith formation (where I volunteer and they attend class) every week, so I had them alone in the van with me on the drive to church. Decided I'd ask about the field trip ...
Me: How was your field trip today guys?
Them: Cool. Neat. (or something like that from both of them - in an excited tone)
Me: What was your favorite part of the trip?
My son: The bus ride was cool because they let us sing songs on the way home.
Me: Ok, but how about the art? What was your favorite?
My neighbor: France.
Me: France? Was there a room with French paintings?
Me: What was it?
Neighbor: Just a room.
Me: ... No paintings? Just a room? Were there four walls?
Neighbor: Kind of. And there was something in the middle.
Me: Son, what was your favorite?
Son: George Washington.
(I went on to figure out that one of his favorite rooms had a bed and two paintings in it, too; however, the initial conversation had me questioning how much these kids got out of the trip to the art institute. Oh well. They seemed to enjoy it.)
sounds like typical responses from the kids!ReplyDelete