Today, the kids have been given some materials for an art/science project and are waiting to get the next thing: a small cup of water. Although the instructor says many times, "You will share this cup of water with the person next to you," sure enough, as soon as a cup has been placed between Randall and Zelda (names changed), Randall's hand shoots into the air.
"I didn't get a cup of water! I didn't get a cup of water!" By this time the instructor has moved on, handing out cups.
Next to him, Zelda is quietly tapping her finger near the cup of water and looking at Randall reassuringly. "We're sharing," she says. Her eyes slide to meet mine. No eye rolling, no head shake. Just acknowledgement.
Randall persists until I tell him Zelda and he will share.
At the same table, Arnold hears the instructor refer to the sharing people as a "team." With an odd number of people at the table, Arnold gets his own cup of water. BUT still he finds things unacceptable.
"Where's MY team??" he cries out. "This isn't a competition, Arnold," says the instructor. "But you said 'team'! How can I be a team by myself??" implores Arnold.
Two days til Christmas break.
