“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.