Third Graders in the Gardens

Svea's third grade class went to the Botanical Gardens a few weeks ago.

While all the girls walked in groups holding hands, tripping over each other to affirm and complain, all the boys were climbing the trees and sculptures and finding sticks to be swords and other weapons.

The moms in charge of groups of boys eventually gave up on control.
The moms in charge of groups of girls tripped over themselves and the girls trying to hug and hold everyone's hands.

Here are some of the things the kids said:

"I want to hold HER hand!"

"She won't walk with me!"

"Look! A RED tree!"



"Are we having chicken tonight?"
"I love chicken!"
"Wait, where are the chickens??"
"I didn't know the Gardens had chickens!"

"I'm so hungry."

"Rocks! Can we climb on them??"

"Native Americans?!?  I am a Native American!"



"Is that bamboo??"

"A pinecone!  I'm taking THIS home!  Wait - nevermind. It's too pointy."

"THERE. IS. A. COKE. MACHINE."

"I am so hungry. Still."

"My mom was supposed to come. But something came up. Something ALWAYS comes up."

"Smell this leaf!"



"SHE said giraffe poo can be very DRAMATIC."

"I haven't sat down this whole entire time."

"Can we go to McDonalds?"

"Will you check ALL of us out after this field trip and take us to a restaurant?"



Then there were the adults.  Here are some of the things they were saying:



"Put down the sticks!  NO STICKS!"

"Put down the leaf! You are getting it everywhere!"

"You are making a mess!"

"You know you can't take that with you."




"No running in the Gardens! Someone is going to get hurt..."

"Boys and girls, this is NOT a race."

 

Seriously, y'all. These are 9-year-olds in nature.
They are totally hungry and making a mess.
Totally.