“Umm, what is it?” I replied, cautious of some of his less appropriate attempts at humor.
“Let’s get crackin’!” he beamed, grinning like a 50s car salesman.
“Okay, that one will be fine, thanks for remembering to ask this time.”
Yesterday, two fourth grade classes sat in eager lines in our performing arts studio to drop their eggs from a 20 foot lift. Peanut butter jars were the most popular choice, with varying degrees of success and post-drop mess. Retrieval from the goop of peanut butter was the most fun or gross part, depending on who you asked.
Biggest thinking-outside-the-box points went to my student who brought a tall bucket of water and requested that her egg be dropped into it as it waited below on the tarp like a bullseye. Despite a couple of misses/splats, the egg that made it into the bucket gracefully survived.
With around a 60% egg survival rate and 60 happy students, our egg drop was undoubtedly one of the most memorable parts of fourth grade.
I wonder how many parents went to go make pb&j sandwiches and were wondering where the peanut butter had run off to . . . . . 🙂
So true… Or worse, how many parents are now unknowingly eating peanut butter that had a raw egg and a dirty hand inside? I’m pretty sure I got them all to throw it away… But there is always one that slips by. Later found one of my kids eating an entire bag of marshmallows… A kid that behaviorally is not supposed to have sugar… Oops…
Love the ideas the kids came up with. The teddy bear is awesome and sad at the same time. Did that egg survive?
Unfortunately, the egg did not make it. The landing was soft, but it still cracked. To make it even sadder, the teddy bear ended the day in the trashcan covered in yoke… It was still one of my favorites though! 🙂