I usually help w/ parties in D's classroom, but last week, he decided it was Daddy's turn to come to school. So, Daddy read a book to the kids & did a memory matching game. An especially bright little girl remembered where everything was & kept pointing to the matches when it was others' turns. One little boy finally spoke up, "We call that CHEATING". D's Daddy (always the diplomat) said, "or it could be called helping, but would you like to make a rule about that?" "Ok" the tike responded, "No...uh, helping."
Amusingly, on that child's next turn, he couldn't remember where the match was and said, "I want help." We've all made decisions we regret, kid. Better to learn that lesson in kindergarten than before running for public office. It made my husband smile. He had such a great time. When it was finished, he decided to make a rule too: we trade off school parties. I might say I'm "helping" at my son's school, but he would call that "cheating & hogging all the fun."
Saturday, February 21, 2009
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That's such a cute story - unfortunately you've been found out about how fun class parties are. Now you have to share - sharing stinks doesn't it? :)
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