December 10, 2013
There’s been a rash (forgive the pun) of doctor and nurse dramatic play lately in my preschool room. This is completely spontaneous, not on my lesson plans for the week, ergo… one of my favorite preschool activities. By the time I noticed the original group, they were already deep into it. I have no idea who started it, although I do have a guess. One of my boys has been unusually interested in the doctor’s kit lately.
I used to keep all the doctor supplies in an alligator purse (yes, as in “Here comes the lady with the alligator purse.” I loved it even though the kids never mentioned it.) The purse eventually fell apart so I went looking again, in one Goodwill store after another. I finally settled on a camo bag I’d found and dumped all the doctor stuff into it.
Anyway, here are some photos and some of the conversations I managed to overhear. (The parenthetical remarks are mine. The rest are the kids’.)
You’re really hot. (I’m guessing they meant feverish, not the complimentary “you’re hot.”)
Pretend when you were brave you could get a prize.
Now it’s my turn to be the patient. Where’s that shot thing?
How about medicine? Medicine will help you.
No, the shot is at the end.
I need the scissors to cut his brain out.
Are those the brain cutters?
You have to stay over a hundred more nights. (Yikes! What’s that going to cost?)
You’re not dead yet. Lay down. (You’re not allowed to leave until we kill you? It sounds a bit Monty Python-ish, doesn’t it?)