The name of this blog is Life in the Shoe, even if it doesn't appear in the header above. (I've tried to fix it and even republished the entire blog but it still won't show up. Help would be appreciated.)
Anyway, I engage in vanity Googling now and then. You never know what will show up, that's for sure. The other day I Googled "Life in a Shoe" to see what variations of the same idea are out there (quite a few, it turns out) and one thing that came up, on an idea page for teachers, was this:
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn't know what to do.
She gave them some broth without any bread,
She hugged them all soundly and sent them to bed.
Make a shoe stencil. Have students trace two shoes. Staple the shoes around the edges. Punch holes and lace shoes up with yarn. Make gingerbread shaped children to place in shoe. Have students count the "children" as they put them in the shoe.
Have students illustrate the poem on shoe shaped paper.
Discus "life" in a shoe. Elicit a discussion about how it might feel to live in a shoe. Make a language experience chart.
Make broth and serve with bread.
Dramatize the poem.
Apparently this nursery rhyme has gone all PC on us and now the woman hugs her children soundly instead of spanking them. Which makes the rest of the above header obsolete ("don't judge her as harshly as I used to"). I'm surprised they still don't get bread with their broth.
Tonight before I hug my children soundly and send them to bed I'll have to elicit a discussion among them about how it might feel to live in a shoe.
Quote of the Day:
"He's single and rich and adventurous and without a girlfriend."
--Emily, on why her cousin Randy travels to cool places like Singapore and Indonesia.
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