I brought monkeys to speech therapy today. Five of them to be exact. It was “character day” at work, and I decided to be the doctor….you know, the one who Mama calls when her little monkeys fall off the bed and bump their heads. I wore scrubs and broke out my son’s Sesame Street doctor kit. I made a little headlamp and stuck a phone half in/half out of my pocket so I could occasionally answer the phone and yell “NO MORE MONKEYS JUMPING ON THE BED!” I looked fairly ridiculous, but oh the fun we had.
I only saw a few of my kids today because I have a chunk of Friday devoted to paperwork (yuck!) and I had a meeting. I debated getting out of costume for the meeting, but ended up going in. I work with very young children, and I’m very enthusiastic about what I do. I don’t mind if people know that. I did manage to refrain from yelling into my phone about monkeys.
After the meeting, I went into one of my classrooms. The kids were so funny and so inquisitive. They came up to me and gently tried to explore all of the wonders that were hanging all over me. I had some target vocabulary that I wanted to share with them, so I narrated what targets I wanted them to say. Sometimes they repeated, sometimes they asked for a toy, and one even picked up my phone and yelled “No monkeys jumping bed!” which was a pretty big string of words for that particular little guy.
Fun day. Once the fun wore off, we sat down together and made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches using a naturally aided language selection (NALS) board that I put together for just such an occasion. More on NALS in a coming post.
I wrote a little bit more yesterday about why I’m willing to be ridiculous at work in order to reach the children I work with here. If you missed it, you can find it here.
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