Wyatt and Rory brought these home from school earlier this week.
They were part of a much-heralded art project that is truly Montessori in theme: using clay, wax and soft wood, they were exploring different carving mediums! That seemed fine to me, if a little high-falutin'; I don’t tend to question what they do on Montessori time. They go, they come back, they seem happy, I detect learningâ€”this is all I ask. I displayed their art on the kitchen counter for the time being. Which really means I stood it up and forgot to do anything else with it.
But this morning, when I pulled the pillow off of my head, I heard Rob (always on breakfast duty due to my general morning unpleasantness) shout “What are you doing?” Then some incoherent commentary in high-pitched voices until Rory came in loud and clear: “That hurt me! I can’t do it and it hurt me!”
Turns out they’d decided on doing some more exploring of carvable mediums before breakfast, and had fished out a couple of knives (just table knives) from the drawer and begun digging away. Wyatt left shavings all over the counter and floorâ€”thus Rob’s shoutâ€”and Rory apparently couldn’t make any headway, so he’d walked in on her holding the wood block in one hand and stabbing at it wildly with a knife with the other. That didn’t end well. Carving would appear to be one of those activities that is best done with supervision. I think those things should have come home with a warning tag. But who am I kidding. Knives? Clay? I should have known.