We taught preschool at our place a week ago- while Kent was on his vacation. I planned it that way so I wasn't left to deal with the seven (plus Ike) rugrats by myself. I'm really not great with toddlers.
Our lessons were all a little science heavy and we spent one day as paleontologists digging for fossils in the backyard and then making fossil prints with what we found.
I'm all about hands on. It means I do less teaching and the kids do more 'enjoying' :)
sidenote: He's been asking some pretty good questions lately. He's loved cemeteries since he was two- and loves talking about bodies. This week he asked me how our spirits get to heaven once our bodies are buried. I told him I wasn't entirely sure - to which he answered: "they probably just use pixie dust."