My daughter is officially a teacher kid now. Today at school, another child knocked into her and she got a “boo boo”. Of course, the teacher can’t say who actually did it, so the teacher started out with “A child in the class,” blah blah blah. I couldn’t even really hear her because my LO starts jumping up and down, pointing at the other child and saying his name.
But that’s not even the best part…
Two minutes later, after we had picked up all of her stuff to take home, the other kid’s parent walks in. LO walks right up to the dad and says “So and so gave me a booboo!” Oops!
And with that, we left.
Show and Tell is one of the things that teachers love and parents usually dread. The kids bring in something from home and parents agonize over whether it will come back home from there. Will someone else have the same thing? Is this what the teacher meant when they said “something to go with this week’s theme”?
Let me put your mind at ease: Show and Tell is not that complicated. It is usually just assigned to get the children to talk about something they are comfortable with/feel passionate about/like. That being said, I have found since becoming a parent that I take Show and Tell crazy to a whole new level.
This week was the letter H at LO’s school. I packed her bag the night before to make sure we had the perfect “H” items. She brought a toy house, a book called “Happy Hippo, Angry Duck” (best book ever, by the way), and was dressed in Hello Kitty from head to toe. I would have also given her a headband but she didn’t want to wear it. I tried.
Yes, this is the crazy teacher mommy in me. But trust me, Show and Tell doesn’t have to be like that. EVER. Even for me.