today in "making up ways to help kids decompress on the fly": i had kids cup their hands in front of them and for 1 silent minute, picture a small mouse in their hand. afterwards they got to tell me, one at a time, what their mice did
figured it would be fun to add some quotes from my 4 year olds on what their mice did
"she danced and twisted"
"my mouse went to jump in a pond and then rowed a boat"
"mine ate cotton candy and then he got so sick"
"I let my mouse go and he went home to visit his family"
Seems like this would work for adults, too.
I forgot for a minute that I have aphantasia but most people donât, and this just struck me as a way to torture kids by making them think that other people can picture things with their minds and something must be wrong with them, and this explains so much about my childhood, and also my exhaustion levels today
