Kindergarten copy 5 (free resend)
I played Guichu today, no, I was obsessed with the Guigu Bahuang mod, and ended up wasting time, so let me tell you a smaller story first.
I can't let this slide any further. I'm not going to play games anymore tomorrow. I'm going to quit! I'll update as normal! I've made a great resolution!
In fact, L didn't even have to wait for the public speaking class. As soon as he arrived at the kindergarten on Monday, he started to speak vividly to other children.
L is considered a relatively naughty kid in their class. Actually, I like L very much. Although this little guy has a bad temper, he is a bit enterprising and quite like me when I was a child.
Of course I don’t know how A reacted after L said that, but at least when he picked up my son that day, he came out hand in hand with A.
In fact, I can call the names of almost all the children in my son’s class, and I chat with my son about the gossip in their class every day. Among the parents, I am definitely the one who knows the most about the interpersonal relationships of kindergarten children.
Who is not on good terms with whom, who is close to whom, who likes to bully others, who made whom cry today, who is particularly annoying in the class.
Let me say a few more words. In fact, a nasty child probably also has a nasty parent.
The most annoying child in their class has an especially annoying mother. Every time she lines up to pick up her child, she finds an excuse to cut in line. At first, I thought she and another parent were picking up the same child, so I didn't notice. But on the third day, I discovered that she had cut in line, and then I told her directly to line up behind me and not to cut in line.
Back to the book.
A and I are quite familiar with each other, because I used to take my son to the children's playground in the community after school, and A also played there every day at that time.
As soon as A saw me, he said to me, Uncle, I want to come to your house to play on Saturday too.
When I heard that, I said, "Okay. As long as your grandparents agree, uncle will come to your house to pick you up, okay?"
A was very happy. He and my son chased each other and ran towards the children's playground.
It wasn't too cold that day, so I brought a few fart balloons, the kind that are long and have a small pendant at the end. When you blow them up and let go, the balloons will make a fart sound and spiral up into the sky.
These balloons cost 9.9 yuan for over 100, which is cheap, but the kids love playing with them. They can't blow them up, so I have to do it. The little plastic air pump they gave me is completely useless; it arrived broken and won't pump air into them, so I have to practice my lung capacity myself.
After I blew up one, my son, A and I just played for a while, and many children aged four, five, six or seven gathered around to watch us play. I asked my son to be the team leader to maintain order, manage the team, and keep an eye on people and not allow them to cut in line. Seven or eight children, including my son, lined up and each had a chance.
This is actually also to train my son's leadership. He has a timid personality, so whenever there is an opportunity to manage others, I will let him try to exercise it.
One of the kids was quite interesting. He was not happy that my son was not allowed to cut in line and asked why he had the right to control us.
I glared at him and said that he was my son.
Bullying kids is so much fun.
You know what, this balloon is really fun. Seven or eight kids, including A and my son, had a lot of fun playing with it.
On Tuesday, I didn't bring balloons this time, but I brought a sandbag and taught the two children how to throw the sandbag. This time, in addition to my son and A, B was also there.
I observed carefully and found that B is indeed more popular with girls of the same age than my son. He is a child of four to five years old, very calm and smart. He is the type of person who is smart but does not like to show off. He is indeed a good child.
B was picked up by his grandmother, and after playing for a while, his grandmother took him away.
A had a lot of fun playing. Even when it was dark, she was still crying and asking her grandmother to keep playing.
The kids of their generation had never even played throwing sandbags. It’s really pitiful to think about it.
On Wednesday, I brought sandbags again and took two strings of candied haws, one for my son and one for A.
So, except for Friday when my son had an interest class and A didn't attend, so we didn't go home together after school, A's grandmother and I took the two children to the children's playground to play on the other days.
In addition to sandbags, they were also taught how to fold gold ingots, fold paper, make paper stars and paper cranes, and paper airplanes. The method of folding paper airplanes was the kind that they learned online and made paper airplanes that could fly very far.
In fact, at this point, the original purpose has basically been achieved.
A and my son reconciled and became good friends again. L and C's relationship with my son also deepened, and at least a small group centered around my son was formed.
This is all the hard work of my old father.
I still have to do what I promised to the children, so even though my goal had been achieved, I still sent invitations to several parents on Friday.
Last Saturday, L came to my house early with his mother, and C's father also came with C. I went to A's house to pick up A. As I said before, our family and A's family live in the same community, and I can see her window from my house. My son always asked me to hold him and point out to me which is the window of A's house.
It's interesting when there are two little girls in a small group.
Even though they are so young, they still have their own social relationships. When there are two girls among the four people, the atmosphere between the two girls suddenly becomes subtle.
A's speech and behavior were not so vulgar anymore. In fact, A had changed a lot of his bad habits in this regard in the past few days. C was not as excited as last time when playing, and he did not eat as much as last time when eating.
After lunch, the four children took a nap. This time, because the castle was not open, I let them all sleep in the children's room, while the parents continued to drink tea and chat.
As a result, the four children didn't know what was wrong this time, they just refused to sleep. C and L's parents felt that something was not right, so they took them away. A's grandmother also called twice to ask when A would go back.
When I saw it, I thought, okay, let’s send A back as well, so I took my son with me to send A back.
On the way to send A back, I felt that my son was in a bad mood. I pulled his hand but he shook it off.
After sending A back, I asked my son what happened?
My son pouted and didn't say anything. When I asked him again, tears started to fall.
I looked at him and thought, what's wrong? Is he missing his kids?
My son was crying and shaking his head. When he got home, his mother hugged him and he burst into tears, saying, "I don't want my dad anymore."
His mother and I were both confused. What was going on?
"I asked A, would you be my wife in the future?"
"In the end, A said she was not good. She said she wanted to be my dad's wife! Wow!"
This small copy ends here.
It's not a joke, it's a true story, with basically no artistic processing involved.
In fact, many parents don’t pay much attention to their children’s interpersonal social interactions in kindergarten. They subconsciously think that these children don’t know anything yet, so how can they socialize?
In fact, this is the most important stage for building children's social skills.
People are born with different levels of social skills. My son’s is relatively weak. If left alone, he will have a very miserable time in kindergarten.
In fact, it is not that difficult to understand children's psychology and empathize with them. You just need to think back to the worries and troubles you had when you were their age.
Maybe these worries, sorrows, concerns, fears... seem ridiculous to adults, but adults have forgotten that when they were children, these ridiculous worries were extremely real, so real that for a child they might be more serious than being scolded by a leader, mistakes in work, or losing a job.
Therefore, I will never laugh at my son's worries and fears. I love my child and I hope that he will not suffer too much setbacks and injuries from childhood to adulthood, especially in the emotional aspect.
So, this little story came about.
(End of this chapter)
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