Last Friday was Gingerbread Day for the Kindergarteners at our school.
The station I was at was a feltboard storytelling of the Gingerbread Man. We read it nine times. Nine times. It was boring after the second telling. Know what? I didn't care. I was there with my boy. See his face? He said, "the best part of Gingerbread Day was that you were there." Doesn't get better than that.
(that said, two things bugged me about our version of the story and both had to do with his not getting eaten by the fox at the end. 1) it isn't how the story goes and 2) they said that he learned his lesson because he almost was eaten, but I think that if he got away from the fox, he'd only think that he was even more cocky.)
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