We wear fuzzy bunny ears in our class. Not everyONE and not everyDAY. Each month we change what the kids wear on their heads when they are the helpers. But this month we are all about bunny ears. Easter, you know.
One of the things I love about our class is that when a big (read:husky) Hispanic boy decides he wants to wear the pink bunny ears nobody laughs about it. We strap those ears on and suddenly he takes on the mantle of the helper. No snickering from the kids. They are just happy to be there, and to let each person be. It has been a great lesson to me about acceptance.
Another lesson I have learned in my transitional kindergarten class is if you cut in front of someone in line to get a drink of water you might get punched really hard right in the middle of the back.