When we got back from the field trip we squeezed in a 15 minute recess. During those 15 minutes, three different kids cried. THREE! And I didn't do anything this time...promise.
I did however, almost ruin Christmas for my entire class. I read aloud the book Silver Packages (which p.s. almost made me cry).
In the book, a poor boy in Appalachia waits for gifts to be thrown from a train. He wants a doctor kit but gets socks, and hats and mittens because he needs them to keep him warm. After I read the book, I was telling the kids how much they should appreciate the gifts they receive because some kids don't get any presents.
A boy looked at me horrified and said, "What? You mean Santa just doesn't visit them? Like he can't find them or something?"
OMG. I can't imagine what my face looked like while I tried to back pedal and explain that I meant some kids will only get a present from Santa and not their families. Yikes.
Attention other adults: Just so we're on the same page, Santa brings one present and the rest are from mom and dad...right?