Beating Hearts

Well, my kindergarten classroom was broken into last night, and they broke the pencil sharpener. Made for an interesting writer's workshop this morning. While we were trying to figure out how to sharpen pencils, we put some aerobic alphabet music on. After a few songs, one girl turned to me, with her hand pressed up against her chest, and said, "My heart is beating!"

She looked quite concerned. I explained that our hearts are pretty much always beating, unless we are dead, but that the harder we work our bodies, the more we can feel them beat.