Woke up this morning to Henry insisting on dressing like an elephant and feeding himself a banana. He got to feed carrots and bananas to the elephants at the zoo the other day, and it’s had a far-reaching effect. Annabelle rolled out of bed and immediately donned her little white kitten costume. She drank her milk out of a saucer and got her nose and chin covered in milk, much to Henry’s delight. We then had circle time and I asked them if they wanted to sing a song about elephants. Annabelle is in a phase where she loves to rhyme and write her own songs, so she said she would lead us in an elephant song. She had us stand up, dangle our arms in front of our bodies, and stomp around the rug while she sang a rhyming song about elephants. She made up a few more songs during circle time, about the “ducks and bunnies that come out in the Autumn.” Later on we had Ballet and I have to say that watching Henry do plies might be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. He practiced his leaps and plies while Annabelle took class. All the kids in the class have to curtsey before they get a sticker as they leave, and each child did a tiny bounce. Not Annabelle. She crossed her feet and did a deep curtsey including a sweeping arm that would have made the Queen proud! The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
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