I volunteered in Doodles’ Kindergarten classroom today. It’s always a fountain of writing material. Apropos of nothing, a friendly girl walked up to the table I was working at with Doodles. This is a transcript of our conversation.
Kindergarten Girl: I’m allergic to orange juice…and eggs.
Volunteer Jefe: Oh, I’m sorry, but I’ll be sure to never bring those to your classroom.
Girl: I’m also allergic to sandwiches.
Jefe: Whoa, that’s too bad.
Girl: Well, I’m not allergic to them. I just don’t like the way they smell.
Jefe: Have you tried eating one?
Girl: If I did I would have to go into the bathroom and spit it out like this…(mimics vomiting)
When Sam and I grow up, Sam’s going to be a rock band person and I’m going to be a normal person. But I might be the President because they make all the money.
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Pablo, freshly inspired by the Presidential address and his set of President collector cards. (see photo, next)
Yes, my former (I.O. West) and now current (Sahmmy.com) colleague writes about using improvisational techniques as a parent. And it’s worth read. Yes, and. See what I did there?
I’ve performed, taught, and directed improv for a long ass time, both in Chicago and LA. I thought my improv muscles would never be used again when I became a parent but actually, I use those skills every day.
I started writing a book Improv for Parents and here is an excerpt. Let me know if it…
Worst Ice Cream Truck Ever? An “ice cream truck” (least interesting looking one) rolls by the muddiest kids in town. An easy pay day? Would Fox 9 run this story about bad parenting? Was that really mud? Is this the Lord of the Flies? What was in those margaritas?
