Phone Numbers

My kids have known each other for awhile. Most of them have gone to Pre-K together or just live in the neighborhood. This story is about two of my little ones (a boy and a girl) who have gone to Pre-K together for awhile.
I'm at my desk, the kids are getting their book bags to line up and leave for the day. I start hearing random numbers. Here I'm thinking they are doing Math. Then I think to myself, "Math? Really? They are about to go home?"  I look back and I see my one little girl writing down her friend's phone number. I tried to remain calm, well, calm for me...


Me:" There will be no phone number exchanging. Your parents have each others phone numbers. If you want his number, ask mommy."
Girl Student: "No Ms. M, I need his number. I don't have it."
Me: Yes, Mommy and Daddy have it. You can get his number from your mommy, he can get your number from his mommy. You are not taking this phone number home."
Girl Student: "You don't get it, I don't have....."
Me: NO!
Boy Student: "But Ms. M, "I" don't have her number."


My realization that they didn't understand to get the phone numbers from their mom's just amused me. LOL.... 

Whistling

For Reading today, we had a poem the students had to learn about. The title was called Whistling. I started off by saying we will not be doing this in class, and to my dismay, they all followed directions. I was SO proud of them. As I asked the normal background questions,"Why did you want to learn to whistle?" "Did it take  you a long time to learn?" My one little man was very disappointed. His classmates were all sharing such wonderful stories and his face dropped. In his HIGH Kindergarten voice I hear,
"Ms. M, when I try, when I try to do it, you know whistle, I try so hard and all people tell me is THAT'S A SQUEAKING NOISE." Poor little man. I just told him to keep practicing and he'll get it. He did try....Only air came out. :)

I'm the DJ!!

As our students were having snack today, I was quietly writing the morning message on our whiteboard. One of my little 5 year olds was speaking to his neighbor. Here is the one sided conversation I hear....

"You know I play basketball. When I play basketball, they call me Dj Style...uh hu, that's right, that's because I'm good at playing basketball....ohhh, oohh......"

As usually, I just laughed and carried on about my day