The two girls would pretend for hours. Each bottle of paint would become a student or teacher. They, collectively, became a class. If course, this was the class parallel to that of my daughter’s, which Mrs. Brown-Taylor lead.
The girls had the students talking, lining up, and visiting Mr Harris’ room. Mr Harris is the music teacher. He had the class singing, practicing drums, and using rain sticks.
Meanwhile, I was nearby, painting rocks into chocolate chip cookies and cheeseburgers.