Oh - a
SWIRLY!!
I
must tell a cute little story about a little boy who was in my combination first-second grade classroom.
I absolutely loved this boy and ended up teaching him from 1st-5th grade and I also taught his two older sisters and brother.
His name was Lee ad he wore
little round eyeglasses with thick lenses that magnified his green eyes to humongous proportions.
He wore a
green polyester leisure suit with a black bowtie and wrinkled slightly yellowing white shirt every Wednesday to school - it was chapel day.
He was always looked a little like
Jiminy Cricket to me.
Usually in need of a haircut, his long front bangs often needed to be brushed out of eyes as he read and did his school work. When his Momma gave him a haircut, he looked very spiffy.
I suggested that he try some
Dippity Doo to keep his hair back out of his eyes. I said I had some at home and would bring it to school or him to try.
I brought it in one of those teensy two tablespoon Tupperware containers and he loved it - he dipped, he doo-ed, he dippity-doo-ed his bangs and had them slicked over to the side like Alfalfa from Our Gang and he had a little quail-like head tweeter cow licky thing goin' on at the back part of his crown.
All too soon he dipped his last dippity and the bangs flopped forward covering his Mount Palomar lenses...
In my classroom, were two little potty stalls and a sink in between the doors to the boy's and girl's BR.
There was a mirror over the sink and the kids loved to make faces at themselves and
check out their loose tooth or a scab on their chin while washing their hands for lunch or after having visited the BR.
I had pepperminty soap in a cutesy little pig pumper bottle and a sign by the sink saying, "wash your hooves!" The kids would love to bubble up and wash their grubby little hands and smell like a peppermint patty after using the BR.
Ever the little dictators and mothers in training, if a boy dared to use the BR and return to his desk without having washed his hands in the pepperminty bubbles; a bunch of girls would pipe up and bark out the command,
"Wash your hands, Sir!"
One Wednesday morning, Lee went to the BR, made the stop at the sink and bubbled, emerged from the area with water dripping down the sides of his head onto his
grasshopper leisure suit and returned to his desk with a very
wild updo - he looked somewhat like a combination of Bob's Big Boy and PeeWee Herman - I asked him about his "new" wet look hairdo. He replied in his high-pitched voice, very matter-of-factly, "Mrs. P. I did a
SWIRLY"
The girls all had terrified looks on their faces as they came to grips with the fact that Lee had stuck his head into the toidy, reached up to the little chrome handle and flushed a new hairstyle into swirled spikedom....
and you wanna make swirled PB & J shakes? I think I'll pass on that one, Little Darlin'!