Monday, October 06, 2008

As I was finishing up working with a child on feeding goals at lunch in his classroom (of 3 & 4 year olds), the rest of the class was finishing their meals too, and taking turns going to the bathroom before getting on their cots for nap.  One girl was holding up the line.  I overheard the following:

Teacher: Are you almost finished in there?  Your friends are waiting.

Girl:  (in her singsong voice) Not yet.

(Several minutes passed)

Teacher: What’s taking so long in there?  Are you working on a number 2?

Girl: (Very seriously) No.  I workin’ on a number 8.

Teacher: Okay then, sounds serious.  We’ll let you sit there a while longer!

posted on Monday, October 06, 2008 5:50:37 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)  #    Comments [0]
 Tuesday, August 19, 2008

In a classroom during breakfast this morning, there was a sudden loud noise.  The nutritionist, who happened to be in the room, exclaimed “Whoa, that scared the bejesus out of me!.”  I was working with a 3 year old who loves to repeat everything he hears.  He immediately responded, “Whoa, that scared the blue jeans-es off of me!”

posted on Tuesday, August 19, 2008 9:10:06 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)  #    Comments [0]
 Wednesday, February 27, 2008

I was asking a 4-year old questions during his therapy session yesterday-my goal is for him to answer the questions logically.  Here's my favorite response:

Cara: What should you do if your tummy hurts?

Kid: Go to the doctor.

Cara: Why?  What will the doctor give you?

Kid: A lollipop!

posted on Wednesday, February 27, 2008 9:57:00 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)  #    Comments [0]
 Wednesday, May 09, 2007

I overheard a conversation between a 4-year old boy and his physical therapist last week.  She told him he was not being a very good listener.  He said he was sorry and she said "Okay, try to do better."  He stood up and answered triumphantly, "Today, sorry cuts it!"

posted on Wednesday, May 09, 2007 5:23:27 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)  #    Comments [0]
 Saturday, March 03, 2007

I have a new client who is 4 years old.  I brought him from his class into the therapy room one day this week and started making my best efforts at making a session full of articulation practice fun ("Say the /k/ sound."  Try again-use the back of your tongue.  You said the /t/ sound.  I want to hear the /k/ sound.  Try again, please."  On and on, the same sound, over and over again).  He tried a few times, then decided to lie down on the mat.  I said, "Naptime is all done.  Why don't you want to get up and play with me?'  He said "Du wame."  I asked, "What did you say?"  He said, "Dis du wame."  Yes, according to my best clinical judgment, I'm pretty sure he told me my therapy was too lame!     

Next day-same kid.  He's also working on the /g/ sound.  So as he drove a rocket around the table, occasionally crashing into a Tarzan doll, I modeled the word "Go!"  Instead, he said "I tid him in da nuts."  I'll let you translate that one.

posted on Saturday, March 03, 2007 10:00:35 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)  #    Comments [0]
 Tuesday, October 17, 2006

My boss told a funny story about her daughters:

Her 4-year old had asked her parents why they sleep in the same bed.  When their mom answered that it's because they're married, the 2 year old added, "And because you're scared of monsters, right?" 

posted on Tuesday, October 17, 2006 5:28:09 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)  #    Comments [0]
 Thursday, June 22, 2006
I frequently get onto my kids for hitting people to get their attention, especially when it's my arm they're slapping.  I'll tell them, "If you want to talk to someone, say their name instead of hitting them."  Similarly, it seems universal that kids will try to get the attention of their teacher not by saying the teacher's name, but instead by screaming, "TEACHER!"  This gets on teachers' nerves and I can see why.  Earlier this week,  as one of my 4-year old clients was hitting me on the arm, I gave him a look that clearly communicated what I wanted him to do.  But as hard as he tried, he just couldn't seem to remember my name.  He continued hitting my arm as he said, "um...um...Therapy, could I ask you a question?"

posted on Thursday, June 22, 2006 6:02:58 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)  #    Comments [0]
 Monday, June 19, 2006
I went into the 2-year-old classroom at work today and walked into their bathroom to get some gloves and work with a child on oral motor and feeding skills.  The kids are used to being taken into that bathroom, where the teachers put on gloves and change their diapers.  So I guess it seemed strange to one little boy that I went in without taking a child with me.  He looked at me as if pondering the situation and then asked, "Are you stinky?"

posted on Monday, June 19, 2006 4:58:11 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)  #    Comments [0]
 Tuesday, June 06, 2006
As I was playing with a bright little 4-year-old at Kids First, he seemed really interested in a toy heicopter.  I picked it up by the tail and showed him how helicopters could fly in a special way that airplanes don't-how they could go straight up and down.  He interrupted me, saying "Mrs. Cara, big helicopters don't really fly like that."  I said, "Oh they don't?  Well, how do they fly?"  He told me, "They fly with no fingers on them."  I can't argue with that.

-Cara

posted on Tuesday, June 06, 2006 5:56:47 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)  #    Comments [0]
 Thursday, June 01, 2006
Cara: Where do we keep food so it will stay cold?
Child (age 5): In the frigerator.
Cara: Where do we keep ice cream so it won't melt?
Child: In the freezerator.

posted on Thursday, June 01, 2006 7:04:37 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)  #    Comments [0]
 Sunday, May 28, 2006
One of my kindergarten boys walked into the speech room recently with his arm in a cast and a sling.  I wondered how he broke it.

Cara: What happened to your arm?
Boy: I bwote it.  (I broke it.)
Cara: How did you break it?
Boy: I dumped off a twut. (I jumped off a truck.)
Cara: You jumped off a truck!?
Boy: Yeah, my bwuva told me to dump off da twut and I did it.  I not donna listen to him no more! (Yeah, my brother told me to jump off the truck and I did it.  I'm not gonna listen to him no more!)
Cara:  Yeah, jumping off a truck is not such a good idea.
Boy: My bwuva dust had his bwain tuwned off.  (My brother just had his brain turned off).

Well I guess so!

posted on Sunday, May 28, 2006 3:24:42 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)  #    Comments [0]
 Wednesday, May 24, 2006
I taught the preschool and kindergarten Bible class tonight.  The lesson was about Lydia.  I was telling the class how Lydia was a lady who loved God and sold purple cloth and how Paul came and taught Lydia about Jesus and Lydia and her household were all baptized.  About halfway through the lesson, 3-year-old Olivia raised her hand.  I said, "Yes Olivia?"  She asked, "Um, are we just talking about me?"

posted on Wednesday, May 24, 2006 8:39:28 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)  #    Comments [0]
 Wednesday, May 17, 2006

I've been working with my kids on making books the last couple of weeks. I was telling them that they could take their books home this week to give to their mom and dad. One kindergarten boy told me he didn't want to give his to his mom. I asked "Why not?" He said, "My mom shaves too much." "She shaves too much?" I asked. "Yes," he said, "she shaves her legs too much."

- Cara

posted on Wednesday, May 17, 2006 8:52:47 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)  #    Comments [0]
 Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Ever hear just a little bit of someone else's conversation and it made you glad you didn't hear the rest?  Here's what I heard in the hallway at the middle school this morning:
Male student 1: I haven't taken one today.
Male student 2: Well, mine had corn in it!

Now, what do YOU think they were talking about?
-Cara

posted on Wednesday, March 29, 2006 8:54:00 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)  #    Comments [0]
 Tuesday, March 14, 2006

I was working with a four year old at Kids First today on answering what and where questions. I said, "It's raining outside. What do you do?" He answered, "I go get my Cinderella." I wasn't sure at that point what he was talking about and he tends to have trouble paying attention anyway, so I just said, "No, you put on a raincoat or get an umbrella." Later, I asked the same question while showing him a picture of an umbrella. He said, "See, my Cinderella!" Cute.

Cara

posted on Tuesday, March 14, 2006 5:36:13 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)  #    Comments [0]

When my kids are working on articulation, I usually give them a worksheet or flashcards with their target sound for practice. I had given one first grader a set of "th" flashcards and was looking at my papers while he practiced. I heard the following: "Thermos, three, thirteen, thumb... zillion." Of course, I looked up to see what had gone wrong. It was a picture of 1,000. Close enough.

Cara

posted on Tuesday, March 14, 2006 5:32:39 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)  #    Comments [0]
 Thursday, March 02, 2006
I often use games as incentives to get my kids to work in speech.  This week I played a quick card game with one of my middle schoolers.  It was the third or fourth time we'd played that particular game, and the first time he won (no, I don't always let the kids win-is that wrong?).  I said, "Congratulations, it's about time you won, huh?"  He quipped, "Yeah, your old age must be getting to you."  I said, "Hey, maybe you're right.  I am older, in fact.  I had a birthday this weekend."  He asked, "What are you-in your thirties or forties?" 

You have got to be kidding me!

posted on Thursday, March 02, 2006 9:33:21 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)  #    Comments [1]
 Monday, February 20, 2006
I discovered a game at Wal-mart last week that I thought would be great to take to school and play with my kids. It's called "In a Pickle."  The game consists of a bunch of cards with a single noun on each one.  Players put cards down in order of the size of the items.  For example, you might have seed--pickle--jar--box.  So I thought it sounded like a good game to teach sequencing and practice some less-familiar vocabulary.  What surprised me was the word one group of 2nd and 3rd graders struggled to define when we played the game today.

Student 1 (showing his card): "What is this word?"
Cara: "That says crib.  What is a crib?"
---A SHORT PAUSE---
Student 2:  "Ooh-I know-it's like a saying.  Like, 'Lets go hang out at the crib." 
Student 3: "Yeah, like rappers rap about-it's your house, isn't it?"
Cara (dumbfounded really, because I work in RURAL Arkansas): "Well, yes, I guess that's right.  But what else does crib mean?"
---A LONG PAUSE---
Student 1:  "Is it something for a baby?"
Cara: "Right!  Tell me more."
Student 1: "It's where a baby sleeps."

Well, I'm glad we got that settled.   The next challenge-is a crib bigger or smaller than a bed?  Yes, it took us a while to figure that out, too.

Cara

posted on Monday, February 20, 2006 5:22:41 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)  #    Comments [0]
 Saturday, February 18, 2006

I think I must be allergic to something at Waldron.  I'm always sneezing there.  This week I sneezed while I was having a group therapy session with 2 of my kindergarten boys and I immediately said, "Excuse me!"  One of the boys looked at me like I was nuts and said, "Um, don't you mean bless you?"  My kids are always making me laugh-now I can share the joy with you.

Cara

posted on Saturday, February 18, 2006 5:53:12 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00)  #    Comments [0]