For any of you who have pre-schoolers or just young kids in general, you might understand the importance, nay, the enormous significance of show n’ tell week at school. Every other week, Mr. B and his classmates get to bring something special, something so great in their small lives that they want to take it to school and show EVERYONE they know this amazing little piece of their lives. If Mr. B forgets his show n’ tell, or if I come early to pick him up before he gets his turn at show n’ tell, oh, beware innocent bystander. There will be tears. And blood. But probably not blood. Lots of tears though.
While discussing this with Mr. B today, he said he wanted to bring something “cool” to show n’ tell this week.
“Well,” I said, “You could bring this old shoe. I like it, it’s pretty cool.”
“NO, Momma.” he replied. “Dat old shoe is not cool, it’s just old.”
“How about a pot with a lid? Or this hanger? What about your pillow?”
“Momma, you are thsoooo thsilly! Wait, I KNOW!” he said with a smile. “I can bring YOU to show n’ tell!”
“Me?” I asked, shocked. “What’s so cool about me?”
“Oh, Momma, you can make me Batman Masks, and you make duh yummiest fish so it tastes good, AND you can dance with me and baby Oliver in your tummy and you can read duh Harold and The Purple Crayon story FOUR TIMES. Dat is COOL. And you gave me a cupcake, dat’s cool too. So you can be my show n’ tell tomorrow, Momma.”
Wow, talk about job satisfaction, right there out of my four-year-old’s mouth.