firstborn, 6, used to come back with a complaint, whine or miaow of resentment/ hurt/ anger against his classmates.
all gone now, as i ask two questions when he comes back:
“Who did you help today?”
“Who did you appreciate today?”
so fb’s been on the lookout for boyscout moments: helping scraped knee kid to the nurse/ helping classmate pack her craft book in bag/ lending his sharpener to those who already have their own…
but it’s now 14 days… and fb is monomaniacal in the “praise” department. all his wows are for kid L.
Kid L brings his own colouring book and wastes no time in break time: putting red pencil to apple and green to leaf, and brown to worm (i presume).
fb is proud to be apprentice and ooh la la-er..
he tells kid L, everyday, “tell me what colour you need and i’ll give it to you from your box”
i think he can go on in this vein, till the rest of the academic year.
i now worry if kid L may be getting tired of fb breathing down kid L’s colour pencil box. and distracting the young artist from his cogitations.