So they did maths which meant that the afternoon was given over to finishing their art. Phew.
Children being children, however careful you are to create a supportive ethos within a community, there's always going to be a few ups and downs. Yesterday, Vociferous Little Boy came in after dinner in a right old state.
Me: Oh, dear, what's the matter.
V L B: He hit me, and him and her.
Me: Really? What happened.
V L B: (long winded and garbled explanation)
Me: er . . . OK, but what actually happened?
V L B: He hit me on the gazebo!
It turned out that he meant 'in' the gazebo (a structure in the playground for providing shelter) so I didn't have to make any potentially embarrassing enquiries as to where his gazebo was! It also turned out that it was six of one and half a dozen of the other . . . as is usually the case.
I love teaching year 1!