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Show and Tell

Yesterday evening, at the dinner-table, Benjamin was telling us about his day at school.

He started talking about the Star of the Week, and that it was the turn of one of the boys in his class. Each week, Ben’s teacher chooses a name from a box, and that child gets to bring in show-and-tell each morning. During the Parents’ Meeting last week, Ben’s teacher encouraged parents to send in show-and-tell that taught the class a little about the Star.

Pierre and I started to ask Ben about what he would bring in when it was his turn to be Star of the Week.

Ben thought for a few minutes, then said he would bring in his Buzz Lightyear toy (because he loves space), as well as his helicopter (just because he loves it). Both toys were brought in last year for show-and-tell. At least he’s consistent.

“Well,” I said. “Your teacher said to bring in things that teach the class about you. You’re the only kid in your class who speaks French. How about if you brought in one of your French/English books?” (The boys have a few books that are both languages…I figured that it wouldn’t be fair to send in a French-only book).

“Ok!” Ben agreed. “And I can bring in my Canada hat too!”

“That’s right.” I said. “Because you are American and Canadian. That’s pretty special.”

The conversation went on like this for awhile as Pierre, Benjamin and I brainstormed more ideas.

Then I remembered: “Your teacher said we could bring in ‘live’ show-and-tell. Would you like to bring in Diesel?”

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“Or Nicholas!” Ben explained. “Could I bring in Nicholas?”

Then after thinking for a moment, “But, Nicholas is too big to hide behind my teacher’s desk until show-and-tell time.”

Well, Nicholas thought this was a fantastic idea! The boys spent the rest of supper talking about all the things that they would do if Nicholas gets to visit the kindergarten.

Guess I’ll have to ask Ben’s teacher to define what she meant by ‘live’ show-and-tell.

xo Naomi

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