Monday : Take a couple of playschools to the City Farm and suddenly you have 101 children being introduced to Real Animals and lots of pigs , goats and chickens being introduced to Real Children . An eye-opening experience all round .
But we all survived . Industrial amounts of coffee were poured for Accompanying Adults , I got RSI opening 6-packs of fruit juice , kilos of biscuits vanished like snow before the sun , icepops were dripped everywhere , loos were queued for , some goats ate a lot of peanut butter sandwiches , the first aid kit remained untouched and it didn't rain .
The farm's ruthlessly efficient clean up team went into action and it was all declared a huge success .
Tuesday : This morning , maybe coincidentally , I just managed to side step as one of the youngest threw up at my feet . I don't know how the goats are faring .
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Hazardous duties indeed!
Oh, GOSH!!! I hope you don't get it!!
I was a preschool teacher in a *past life*
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Ahh, school trips.I used to work in a reception class and we went to an otter sanctuary. In spring. Lots (and I mean lots) of jiggy going on. Staff in stitches and children bemused.
But paintballing with 150 teenage boys 2 years ago has to be the highlight. They managed to be very coach-sick as well...
Ah, the art of the Side Step. I'm banking you're entirely safe. You've paid your dues in tetra-pak induced RSI.
Lucky children that there are brave souls like you around! I'm sure they had a memorable day!
Don't ask about the animals. You might be held responsible.
The less you know the better for you.
Animals ? What animals ?
Twenty years from now you'll cross paths with these kids who'll bubble on gratefully about what a wonderful teacher you were.
I'm glad the children are learning about country life. When I was shopping the other day, I overheard a child say in horror to her mother about some unwashed potatoes: "You can't buy those, they're covered in dirt!"
Deborah , I just hope that by then I'm still up to babbling ... sorry ... bubbling something intelligible back .
oh my...inner city children and animals: I have the whole P.I.G issue with my lot (75% muslim). City farm visits are usually accompanied by squeals that out shout any noise of the pigs. We usually remind them Allah made pigs as well he just doesn't want them to eat them.
Lovely post, started my day with a smile and reminded me of similar expeditions to our local 'Animal Farm' with our Playgroup. And being shown 'lambs eggs' by one little one who refused to believe the hen had anything to do with it!
Penny x
Reminds me of a friend who, when our pigeons had babies, asked: "Did you know she was pregnant?" She was about 35 years young at the time and grew up in a village in Groningen. A huge gaping hole in her education. I have high hopes for the Frisian city kids ;-)
Lately, every movie that my husband and I watch has featured someone vomiting at some point. I fear it's catching on in the blogosphere as well... ba-a-a-a-ad luck, aye?
8-)
Good job you learned the side step early.
Ah, goats are tough if george is anything to go by.
Well done on all the tetra-pak opening. I failed to open a simple bag of salad leaves yesterday; I had to ask Younger Son to do it. (But after laughing at me, even he struggled.)
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