Again, you just gotta love kindergartners!
Recently, after a several day visit of a baby bull snake in our classroom, it was time for the snake to go and be free. The snake was sitting in its' plastic jar, trying to force it's body against the sides and make an escape.
The snake was on the counter by the door. We were on our way out the door to go home.
(Me) Well, it's time for Sammy the Snake to go home now. Mrs. W. will take it and let it go at her house so it will eat rattlesnakes.
(Various students) How do you know it's a boy, Mrs. Quantrell? How do you tell it's a boy? How do you know?
(Me) You know, I don't know. I think you have to be an expert or something. I have no idea. It could be a girl. Maybe we could call her Sylvia the Snake.
(A girl) Or Sally the Snake.
(First boy) No, Mrs. Quantrell, you know I hear God telling me stuff sometimes. And He just told me that the snake is a girl! (5 year-old pointing to his own head, where God was telling him something)
(Second boy) No, nuh-uh (turning around and arguing with the first boy). God just told ME that the snake was a boy! Mrs. Quantrell, the snake is a boy!
So, who to believe? Maybe the invisible snake expert.
Five year-olds. Sometimes you just have to laugh.