A mystery revisited

Today we checked back in on our water table mystery and discovered that the unbumped cups had water on the plastic bag over the water, which prompted some questions and hypotheses. Sokrates put the question really well when he asked where the new water came from, if the water cup wasn’t splashed. Timo hypothesized that rain came in through a leak in the window, while Teddy wondered if it might have tipped over at some point and spilled water on the plastic. Gia and Rebecca  thought the water might have wiggled and splashed. Anja knew that wind moves water around, so maybe the wind moved it up to the plastic? We also colored our canopic jar lids today, which was pretty neat. Paolo was a little bummed that his lid broke, but then he realized it made it easier to color and then glue back together. Yianni was impressed by all the different colors people were using and couldn’t wait to see our finished mummies!

Today, as we were walking to the park, the class pointed out that the Des Plaines Historical Society was being painted, so we stopped by to check it out. Niki pointed out that we knew another house painter, Mr. Popper, and Tove wondered if the painter also had penguins at home. Max pointed out some features of the sketch the painter is basing his work on, while Juniper explained that the outlines are to help him paint the building cleanly. We also discussed at length how this is similar and different from graffiti, so that was a blast too. We are excited to see how the painting turns out.

Don’t forget, we are going to the bank tomorrow! Also, keep getting those pledges for the walkathon! Our goal is 16 laps, but I don’t know if we’re gonna be able to make that. Finally, please send in a 1 gallon jug for your child to carry for the walkathon, it could be an empty milk jug, a water jug, whatever works as long as it is 1 gallon and has a cap. Don’t forget to practice our end of the year song (lyrics below picture)!

Many nights we prayed
With no proof anyone could hear
In our hearts a hope for a song
We barely understood
Now we are not afraid
Although we know there’s much to fear
We were moving mountains
Long before we knew we could, whoa, yes
There can be miracles
When you believe
Though hope is frail
Its hard to kill
Who knows what miracles
You can achieve
When you believe somehow you will
You will when you believe

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