Aisha's Time to Play, Time for Bed
by
Patches the Story Dog
for your Kindergartener
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Aisha loved to sing. She sang in the kitchen. She sang in the garden. She sang in her bed. She made up songs about everything — cats, hats, puddles, and clouds. But there was one thing Aisha did not know very well. She did not know about time.
One night, Aisha skipped into the kitchen. "Time for pancakes!" she sang. But the sky outside was dark and full of stars. "Pancakes?" said a tiny voice. "But Aisha, it is nighttime! Pancakes are for morning." Aisha looked around. Who said that?
A tiny wooden bird popped out of the cuckoo clock on the wall. "It is me! Coco!" the little bird sang. "I am your cuckoo clock friend. I can help you learn about time." Aisha clapped her hands. "A singing clock? I love singing! Can you teach me?" "Of course!" said Coco. "Let's start in the morning."
The next day, golden sunshine poured through the curtains. Coco's little doors flew open. "Coo-coo! Coo-coo!" the tiny bird sang. "Good morning, Aisha! Look at my hands. The short hand points to seven. The long hand points to twelve. That means it is seven o'clock — time to wake up!"
"Morning is when the sun comes up," Coco sang. "It is time for breakfast and time to play!" Aisha giggled. "Now I get to have my pancakes!" She twirled around the kitchen and made up a song: "Morning, morning, the sun says hello! Eat your pancakes, then out we go!"
"That is a wonderful morning song!" cheered Coco. "Now let me show you something. When the short hand moves to twelve and the long hand points to twelve too, that is called noon. Noon is the middle of the day. After noon comes — can you guess?" Aisha thought hard. "After-noon?" she said. "Yes!" sang Coco. "Afternoon!"
Aisha ran out to the sunny backyard. The garden was full of bright flowers and dancing butterflies. "Afternoon is warm and sunny!" said Coco from the window. "The short hand is past twelve now. It is a great time to play outside." Aisha spun around and sang a new song: "Afternoon, afternoon, butterflies and flowers! We can play and sing and dance for hours and hours!"
Later, Aisha looked up at the sky. The sun was going down. It painted the clouds pink and orange. "Coco, what time is it now?" she asked. "The short hand points to six," said Coco. "The sun is setting. Evening is coming. Soon it will be nighttime!"
Aisha went inside. She tried to grab her jump rope. "Time to play outside!" she said. Coco shook his tiny wings. "Oh, Aisha! It is getting dark. Nighttime is not for playing outside. Nighttime is for resting. Can you look at my hands?" Aisha looked. The short hand pointed to eight. "Eight o'clock," she said slowly. "That is right!" Coco cheered. "Bedtime!"
Aisha put down the jump rope. She put on her pajamas and brushed her teeth. Then she climbed into her soft bed. "Coco, I need a nighttime song!" she said. "But this time, I want to make it up all by myself." Coco smiled. "Go ahead, Aisha. You know about time now!"
Aisha took a deep breath and sang: "Morning, morning, the sun says hello. Afternoon, afternoon, watch the flowers grow. Nighttime, nighttime, the stars shine bright. Close your eyes now — it's time for goodnight!" Coco flapped his tiny wings. "That was beautiful, Aisha! You learned all the parts of the day!"
Aisha yawned and snuggled under her cozy quilt. "Goodnight, Coco," she whispered. "Goodnight, Aisha," Coco sang softly. Then the tiny bird slipped back inside the clock, and the little doors closed with a gentle click. Outside, the stars twinkled. And Aisha dreamed of songs, sunshine, and all the wonderful times to come.