When I went to pick Carl up from daycare yesterday evening, his teacher smiled at me and shook her head bemusedly. “Carl led a little insurrection today,” she said.
“What?” I asked, confused.
Seems that Miss Tiffany was in the process of separating two children who had been somehow hurting each other (Carl was not one of them) and was putting one of them in timeout, over by the low wall that divides the room in half. Carl walks over while she is telling this child why he’s in timeout, looks at her and says, “I’m in timeout, too.” And then crosses his arms and sits down next to this other child.
And then another of the kids comes up, says “I’m in timeout, too,” and sits down next to Carl. And another. And another. And another. Until there’s a line of children all along this wall, all in “timeout,” all having followed our little protest organizer like the Pied Piper of Hamelin.
We’re so proud.
