Love playing school with my granddaughter. Although we have to play by her rules.
She tells me what character I will be – and she tells me what I am supposed to say.
So really I don’t have to use my imagination – I just follow Zoe’s scrip.
This week we had a music class.
She was the teacher – Mrs. Z.
Our stuffed animal friend, Willie, was himself – Willie.
I was Susie Q, a not very bright student.
She drew the treble clef on the chalk board and proceeded to explain to me how to remember what notes were on the different lines.
For anyone who has had some music lessons you know we were taught that little sentence
Good boys do fine always
to help us remember the notes on the five lines were g – b – d – f – a.
She said we needed to come up with other ways to remember the notes. Since Susie Q is not too bright, she could not think of any other sentences to remember the notes. (Maybe that’s because Susie Q is really not a young student, but an old grandma whose mind is stuck on that sentence she learned years ago as a young child.)
But not to worry. Mrs. Z is very intelligent and she had a new way to remember it.
Good burgers deserve fries always.
After this we had a math class and Mrs. Z tried to show Susie Q how to do the “new” math.
Needless to say, school ended very quickly after that as Susie Q could not understand the new math at all.
By the time school was over, Susie Q was exhausted and needed a nap.
Mrs. Z a/k/a Zoe must have enjoyed it because she told her mother:
I need a sleepover at Grandma’s.
We have set a date and I will need to spend some time trying to think of a new sentence for the treble clef lines, try to understand the new math and – most importantly – get a good nap in before she comes.