Skip to main content

Balloon Relay

"Okay, everybody. This is what you're gonna do. See those chairs down at the other end of the field? You're gonna run down there, put your balloon on a chair, sit on the balloon and pop it."

"Okay. In a minute, we'll hand you a balloon. No, not yet. You don't get a balloon yet. You'll get one when it's your turn to run to the chairs. One little boy reaches into the bucket and pulls out a balloon. "Well, okay, you can hold your balloon. Just don't pop it. All the three-year-olds crowd around the bucket of balloons and help themselves. "Well, alright, you can all hold your balloons." The children look down at the balloon in their hands and do not look up again.

"Now, I need to divide you into two teams. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Oh, that's not an even number."

"I'll play."

"Okay, Miss Helen, you can be number eight. Miss Helen is about seventy-five.

"Now we're gonna divide into two teams. Make two equal lines. Can you separate yourselves? Adults move in among the children to help sort them into two teams. Okay, you stand stand here...No. Come back over to this side. Can you make a line? You know. A line? You stand here...Two lines never materialize. The children are mesmerized by the squishy balloons.

"Now, when I say go, two of you are going to run down to the chairs, pop your balloons and run back." The children look for the chairs. An adult walks down to the chairs and waves her arms so they know where to run. The children smile. They know where the chairs are.

Now remember. Two children at a time. On your mark! Get set! Go! All the children run down to the chairs in a herd. They sit on their squishy balloons. They throw them. They stomp on them. One child cries. He doesn't like water...or grass...or dirt. A second child cries. His balloon won't pop. He cries harder when his mama helps him. Miss Helen gets him another balloon for a do-over.

The balloon relay is over. On to the next station for a new water game and another set of directions.


Janelle said…
The kindergarten teacher in me is laughing right now at this scene. I can only imagine the chaos. Thanks for the smile!
Etta said…
Hilarious! I'm cracking up because I can see my little one participating. He'd probably be the one crying because the balloon won't pop.

I was a kindergarten teacher in a former life. Maybe that's why I found the humor in this scene.


The kid crying over the balloon. That was my son.

Alana said…
Laughing out loud, Kate! Laughing out loud.

I teach Kindermusik and the first paragraph especially reminded me of the preschool age class.

"Okay, you can all hold your balloons."

Sometimes you gotta revise the plan!

I was also picturing my 3 yr old in the bunch! Too funny!

I just love 3 year olds! :)

Sounds like you had your hands full! You know what I love about you? Where some people would let the "chaos" totally unnerve them, you go with the flow and love those little ones right to the next activity!

I did have to laugh at the thought of a 75 year old woman in a balloon relay! Too cute!


Thanks for your kind words but this was not me. I was on the sidelines wondering why the two lines were necessary.

you just make me laugh! :)

Two lines is definately a challenge with that age!
Xandra said…
LOL! This was a peek into my three year old daughter's Sunday School/VBS class if I ever saw one!

Popular posts from this blog

Spelling Wisdom

One day while skipping around the internet, I came across these:

And when I clicked on the sample, I knew we had to change spelling curriculums. Again. Goodbye Spelling Power and MacMillan and Sequential Spelling! We've found our true love.

The problem with the afore mentioned curricula is sheer boredom. Memorizing lists of words is mind numbing and as my children don't like their school work to lull them to sleep, they often push spelling to the side in favor of more exciting lessons.

When I found Spelling Wisdom, I realized what has been missing: an idea, something to engage the mind so that learning the difference between than and then occurs almost incidentally.

Sandra Shaffer uses the writings of famous men and women (Helen Keller, Beethoven, Winston Churchill...), Bible passages and quotes from quality literature...poems and novels (Robinson Crusoe, The Five Little Peppers and How They Grew, All the World's a Stage...) to teach more than six thousand frequently used word…


My sister-in-law lugs a heavy bucket of water around her herb garden, gives each plant a long sip. "It's been three weeks since we've had rain," she sighs looking out over the dusty vegetable garden and the shriveled brown grass in the pasture beyond. We help my brother pick beans and pull the weeds around them. The dry ground pulls back and some of the weeds snap off above the roots. We give up in the strawberry plants, sit on the porch, listen to the dogs pant.

We travel home in an air conditioned bubble. The whole length of the Shenandoah valley is crispy brown, the corn stunted. We pull into our Amish county driveway, greener here but the grass is short and the air hot. We breathe shallow breaths, unpack, crank the air conditioning. No rain in the forecast, three weeks and counting.

Saturday there will be a wedding, an outdoor wedding, and finally rain threatens. Stuart is on the phone with the bride. "Pray that the rain holds off," she says. Saturday w…

Until Death...

Kindred spirits, Anne would call them.  Two who complete each other, two who are together,  soul mates one cannot imagine apart.  I can count the kindred marriages I know on a couple of fingers and after last week, that count is down by one.

"You look so happy," Dave says as Stuart and I stand awkward and wordless before him.  I bend down to wrap my arms around him and wonder, Where is the good in this?  Where? A week before we bumped into Dave and his wife, Deb, down at the Famous Brands.  Deb glowed with good health and good news and for the remainder of the day we basked in the unexpected good fortune of meeting these old friends.  And now there is Dave minus Deb.  How can this be?
"It is one of the mysteries of our nature that a man, all unprepared, can receive a thunder-stroke like that and live."  Mark Twain's Own Autobiography
"You look so happy." We do not look happy but somehow this remark makes sense because Dave has loved with …