Date: Fall 2009
Gender: Just-turned-four-years-old little guy
Locale: Green Room
Alias: N
This story was emailed to me today from one of the teachers in the Green Room! Thanks girl! I'm just going to copy and paste (though changing any identifying information):
We were sitting at the tables playing with the playdoh. We're always supposed to be getting language out of them so I asked the kids at my table what they had for dinner the night before. N spoke up and began telling me a story about how his mom made him porcupine the night before. (This was at the beginning of school and I didn't know that he was the son of [an affluent member of the community]). I'm sitting there thinking, Holy Cow, could he really have eaten porcupine last night? LOL..) I asked him where she got it from and he says, "The back yard." I said, "How did she kill it?" and he says "She shot it with her gun." (I'm thinking Holy Cow, I have Annie Okleys son in my class! LOL) I asked him how she cooked it, and he says, "In a frying pan on the stove." I said, "Isn't porcupine kind of pokey, didn't it hurt your mouth?" His reply, "Nah, she used a knife to scrape the pokeys off." I asked him if it was good and he says, "Yup! Sure was!"
This whole story was told with extremely expressive face and hand gestures.
Mel's note: Some of these kids come up with the WILDEST ideas and stories! We truly wonder sometimes how they come up with such things. We get the awesome-est giggles out of working and talking with these little people . . . they never cease to amaze me!
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