Time to play the musical instruments. From the corner of the annex, I was shocked out of my shell. Never had I heard so much clinking, pounding, and ringing in all my eighteen years. Miss Pickle led the group around the room like a marching band. Don't get me wrong, the children were very cute having so much fun, but my ears didn't stop ringing for at least an hour afterwards.
Time is up.
The children race to put up their instruments and stack their carpet squares in a neat pile against the wall. Again, it was a race to see who could do this first. Everyone lined up at the door in a straight line. We at least tried to get them to. Before Miss Pickle let the wild animals, I mean children, loose to their parents, she handed out fresh, Red Delicious apples and sugarless Bubble Yum bubble gum.