Thursday, October 30, 2008
Yesterday I got my white tempera paint out and painted my kindergartners' feet for Halloween. How can you not laugh when you hear them squeal with delight at getting their toes painted? "It tickles!" They would grin and laugh, then shriek "It's cold!" after I dipped their painted foot into cool water, since I have not hot water in my classroom. I wish their parents could have seen them; they'll never know the delight that was had by my children as they made little white ghosts with their feet. Tomorrow they will paste googly eyes on their ghosts and take them home. Their parents get to keep a little keepsake of their child's miniature foot before they grow up.
My own daughters' feet have outgrown my shoes and now I can purchase new high-heels and boots that will not get scuffed up or broken before I want to wear them. When I see them reach for my new coveted heels I tell them they look like Grizelda, Cinderella's step-sister trying to squeeze their toes into my size sixes. I am Cinderella, of course.