Halloween in February

I was in a Special Day Class this afternoon with younger elementary children. At the end of the day I was sitting outside on a bench visiting with the last little boy from my class while we waited patiently for someone to pick him up. Suddenly his father and older brother appeared. I recognized the brother. He attended the same school. I could also see by the look in his eyes that he recognized me. I didn't remember his name, but in my recognition I said, "Hello! How are you?" He could have responded in a number of ways, like...."Fine" or "I remember you." I don't think he remembered my name either. If he did, he could have said, "Hello Mrs. Blair!" He stood there in a brief state of stammering hesitation wondering how to acknowledge me, but instead of speaking he unexpectedly, yet resolutely stepped forward like a performer on stage. With arms outstretched, his chest filled with air, head held high, and a look of mustering something from deep inside, he broke into song, "I'm stirring, I'm stirring, I'm stirring my brew...." You get the picture. I evidently substituted his class in October. I smiled. We talked for a little bit and then they were off. Another "golden moment" - I'll take it and I'm still smiling.

"I'm stirring, I'm stirring,

I'm stirring my brew.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I'm stirring, I'm stirring,

I'm stirring my brew.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Tip...toe, tip...toe, tip...toe,

BOO!"

Add a little drama and actions and you're good to go. My mother taught this song to me. She use to sing it when she taught pre-school. She had a witch puppet, a black cat, a cauldron, and a broom for stirring. I still have the pieces for presentation and in the right setting it's great fun and evidently memorable for one little boy.