So, today, I was following a neat set of lessons I found. It said, have the student make his own clown. Then describe the clown and make up a story about the clown. Encourage creativity. Alright! This is something I love to do. Well, Son built the clown. I asked him constructive questions about the clown.
Does your clown have a name? Silly.
OK, does Silly have a hat? No.
Does Silly have hands and feet? Yes.
Tell me something that Silly likes to do. Ummmm.... I don't know.
What makes Silly happy? Ummm...I don't know.
OK, (I start to panic a bit) how would Silly rake leaves? Ummm... with a metal thing on the
bottom and the wood poking up.
Yes, that is how you rake, but would Silly do it in a funny way or would he rake like Dad rakes? Yeah.
I go around in circles with various questions trying to get a creative or articulate answer out of him. Finally I say, Pretend you are Silly, now show me how you would rake the leaves. Son does a little dance. YES!
What are you doing? Raking leaves
Right, but how are you doing it? What makes the way you rake leaves different? I'm doing a dance.
YES! You are doing a dance. Now, tell me a story about Silly doing a dance when he rakes leaves. Ummmm.....
Inside I'm thinking ARGHHHH!
I wish my mom were here. She would know the way to get him to think and talk. I talked to hubby about this today. He told me to forget the clown and next time have him tell a story about his Guild Wars character (a computer game that Son loves to play). That makes sense. I'll try that next time.
Don't send in the clowns.
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Hey kids! It's Silly the Clown! Hey Silly, would you like to play a game? Look up, look down, look at Mr. Frying Pan. Oops, Silly fall down and go boom.
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