Presley, who is habitually faking sickness among other things, has been really ramping it up lately. She complains constantly about her stomach hurting, and despite me reading The Boy Who Cried Wolf to them, she continues to do so. I told her that if she really is having stomach problems all the time then she ought to go see a doctor because it might be something serious. She didn't have much of a response to that. But on our way in from recess today, she yelled several times, "There is too much gas in me!!" She just needed everyone to know.
During reading groups, we're working on a big poster about Jan Brett's Wild Christmas Reindeer book. Nathan was putting in minimal effort when it came to his illustration, and every time I told him that he just needs to try his best, he told me that he never tries his best. And he seemed very fine with that. Well he finally put more details in his drawing, and I said, "See! Look how nice it is when you try!" To which Nathan replied, "I'm not trying, dude. I'm just looking in my brain."
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