the crayon bandit strikes again

here it is, by popular demand ... my fabulous "pencils only" sign. so far, so good.
in other news we've had some fab programs here. we played a special "grammar edition" of Word Up! (the dictionary racing game i created). in this new version, players from each team had to come up to the board and fill in the blanks with the appropriate tense of a word. we went over such things as "when is it grammatically correct to start a sentence with 'I be?'" or "when should you say 'gots' instead of 'got?'" or when should you say "that is mines instead of that is mine?" the answer being NEVER! you NEVER SAY THESE THINGS. and then we went on to some fabulous subject verb agreement exercises. this just proves, yet again, that the children will compete in just about anything if i promise to reward them with prizes. but it was very educational. and for a while i had kind of given up on correcting grammar because the grammar was so bad, but now i have a renewed passion for grammar correction.
then on monday we had yet another rousing game of Are You Smarter Than a Librarian (yet another fab game created by ME). now, last time i blogged about this there was some hub bub about how the children could possibly beat me. well, let me explain to you the cardinal difference between my game and the game "are you smarter than a 5th grader." the reason the children are able to beat me is that i ask them children's questions and they ask me REAL TRIVIA QUESTIONS. you know, the kind that are meant for grown-ups. of course i would beat them if i was answering the children's questions. i have a masters degree. c'mon now. but anyway, they got super competitive and tried to stump me with the hardest questions. in the end they wound up beating me by 2 points. some might say, "miss dewey decimal, shouldn't you just let them win?" to that i say ... hell no! i fight to the death on these trivia games. oh, i'll beat them next time.
oh man ... i just caught boy 5 trying to put a crayon in the pencil sharpener again. i gave him a stern talking to, telling him that he can NEVER use the pencil sharpener. EVER. he then proceeded to walk away in the middle of my tirade. grrrrrr.