But I Smile Anyway…

We do this thing called dough disco at school to improve children’s motor skills, basically we put some upbeat music on and they roll play dough around in their hands, creating the shapes and movements that the teacher directs them to do.

The dough starts off as a small ball, and by the end after morphing into various shapes we like it to go back into a spherical shape.

The collecting at the end started uneventfully.  As usual, the teacher complimented particularly round spheres of dough, and all the children aspire to get that little nod of approval. Suddenly one of our little loves pipes up, hands in his lap with his dough on display.

“Miss B! Look at my balls! I got two balls!”

I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have, but I was putting up a display, and had to snigger! Miss B declared the balls “lovely” and it wasn’t until after, when the kids had gone out to play, that I mentioned my silly thoughts!  She hadn’t even clicked, yet my other colleague had caught my eye, and sniggered too!

Oh Miss B… you are such an innocent… either that or Mrs B is obviously a dirty minded older woman!