One of the boys I work with requested that I teach him how to knit. Knowing full well that giving seven-year-old boys pointy sticks falls somewhere between "naming your kid Adolf" and "rattlesnake jump rope" on the Bad Idea scale, I substituted something readily available in our classroom for needles:
After a couple of false starts, he really took to the task.
Nevertheless, (having taught kids with short attention spans how to knit before), I didn't expect his interest to last beyond the end of the day.
Fast-forward a week. It's a half-hour before the school bell is going to ring. A handful of seven- and eight-year-old boys are gathered around a table. Building with Legos? Folding paper airplanes? Let's listen to their leader:
"First the bunny goes out of his hole, then he runs around the tree. Then he goes back in the hole. Then he knocks off a branch..."
I'm so proud.
Dateline – Toronto
9 hours ago