Another Art Attack (and kids are funny)

It's supposed to be a torn paper art project. I cheated and used scissors for the flower, tearing just wasn't working the way I wanted it to. I was making it in a hurry in a five minute window of time so the kids would have something to look at when they made their own.

Anna made this one for her sister, her sister was absent yesterday. They are obsessed with the game Dandy's World. I've heard it's not really suitable for kids, but a lot of mine apparently play the game. I don't know much about it, but a lot of Anna's art looks like this.

Steffie's is the purple large and pink small chicken above. 

As she worked, she explained. 
"This is the mommy bird. And this is the baby bird."
Leah wanted to know where the daddy bird was.
"Oh he's not there. He passed out."
I raised internal eyebrows. 
Should I ask her what that means? 
But I didn't have to, Leah asked, "What does passed out mean?"
"Oh, he's dead. That's what you say when a daddy dies. You say he passed out."

She said it in a matter of fact way, no sadness or concern in her voice. Just a thing that happens. I left it alone, she is very confident that everything she says and everything she knows is 100% the facts. I think a lot of that comes from having Bailey as a big sister. That child invented confidence.

Leah made this one after asking if it was okay to draw wings since the example didn't have wings. I said that everyone gets to make the project the way they want to, so wings are fine. And that she could give them hats and tennis shoes if she wanted. She found that hilarious and said, "But birds don't wear clothes!" and giggled again. Kindergarten is such a fun age. Although you couldn't pay me enough to wrangle a classroom full of five year olds all day every day. Takes someone special to do that for sure.

Benji has a speech impediment. It's sometimes hard to understand what he wants.
He's been working hard to try to correct it. 
Trouble with the letter L, with R and various combinations. 
Haven't ever heard a child who speaks this way, .

Last time we got out the model magic, he wanted to know, "When do we get bee-yack?"
My brain short-circuited.
"What?"
He tried again, carefully.
"Bee-yack."

I finally figured out he wanted black clay. 
That's what he said, "Bee-yak quay."

Benji has been starting conversations lately with, "Can I tell you just one thing?" When we answer yes, he tells us a thing. "My teacher gave me a tattoo because I was a good kid today. " Or, "One time my brother barfed in the bathtub. "

He brought me a book he had checked out from the school library.
Quite a popular series these days. The one he chose had dinosaurs on it. Of course. 
He's a five year old boy.

He showed me the cover and said, "Who wee-owe win?"
I pointed to the largest dino and guessed, "This one."
He answered with, "Pweepayah to be pwoovin wong." 
::snort::
Then he turned pages and explained why the smaller dino would win in a battle between the two.

He was behaving like the five year old that he is, and I had to speak to him multiple times about the same issues like climbing on his brother, stealing toys from the other kids, not helping clean up messes that he personally made.

After the 5th (6th? 27th?) time I talked to him, he told James that he does NOT like me. I heard him. 
"I don't wike Miss Susan!"

James ran to tell me what he said. I saw Benji watching from across the room. So I  smiled broadly and said, "That's okay. He doesn't have to like me. I still like him, though."

Later, he approached me.
"Can I tell just you one thing?"
I said, "Sure."
He said, "I wuv you, Miss Susan. "

The little weasel.