We’ve been reading Mrs. Wishy Washy during shared reading in our remote kindergarten class the past two days. It’s a bit of a classic (i.e. old), so I was curious to see how it might translate.
Kids have been riveted.
When I closed the zoom lesson on Monday, I could feel it. There was an energy that matched what I would expect to feel in the classroom—kids leaning in to get a closer look, blurting out their reactions at the page turns, beginning to join in the parts of the story that repeat.
There is something so joyful about this book.
Maybe it’s the reckless abandon of the animals splashing in the mud. Or it could be that repeating phrase, “Oh, lovely mud!”—perhaps not the first that springs to mind for a kindergartner—but it is so perfect in this book, so fun to say together.
I wonder if the magic lies in the hard working Mrs. Wishy Washy, as she scrub-a-dub-dubs them all up—cow, pig, duck—one after the other. She’s a little bit grouchy, but we love her anyway for caring about the animals so much.
Then, of course, there’s the gleeful decision of all three animals to jump right back into that lovely mud after their baths. What kid can’t relate to that? (Even if they might never do it in real life—or perhaps, especially if they would never do it in real life.)
In the end, I don’t think it’s really about the book at all. I think there is just something joyful about the process of learning to read.