My new job is filled with children ages 5 to 12. As any mother can tell you this is a HUGE age difference. One likes coloring, the other likes coloring her hair. One likes playing tag, the other likes tagging bathroom stalls. One likes, okay, you get the idea.
So what do we do with this group of 17 children of widely disparate ages? Homework, food, playing games/activity. Oh, and try to teach them character traits so that when they are walking home some day and someone hands them a crack pipe, they'll say "No, get thee behind me, you scuzz covered, snaggletoothed, SATAN!"
That's the idea anyway.
There's a group of fifth and sixth grade girls who come to program. They are cooler than me. They are cooler than anyone on the face of the planet. So I put my best "I'm still cool even though I'm over FORTY face", and introduced myself. Being an author of TEEN fiction gave me a step up, so I think I did pretty well the first day.
The second day, I did pretty well too, because I brought in my book. By the third day, they seemed over it and were waiting for what else I had. Sorry, girls, I'm a one trick pony. I write and that's pretty much it. I tried to be funny and earned mild amusement. So I snuck them out extra snacks. Yep, I stooped to bribery. So I think I'm "in."
Hmmm. Maybe sometime this week I'll have my daughter's cute boyfriend pick me up in his brand new WRX. That should do the trick. Right? Or my boss will misinterpret and it'll get me FIRED! The kid does look like he's TWELVE.
Being cool is EXHUASTING! Thank God, the little ones are easy. I played 25 minutes of swamp monster tag yesterday and I'm in like Flynn. Oh, cool people don't say in like Flynn, do they?