A Sheep by Any Other Name
With the holidays approaching, the kids are learning about the meaning of Thanksgiving in school. And by that, I mean they’re coloring handprint turkeys, making little pilgrim vests, and coming home with feathers glued to various body parts and/or clothing.
But yesterday was different. Ellie’s new teacher – a wonderful Bolivian (?) woman with a beautiful accent – began teaching them the story of the pilgrims. I know this because when I picked her up Ellie ran up to me and said that “half of the continents (colonists) died, daddy!”
It’s a good thing it was psychologist day.
On the way to the psychologist, Ellie told me the story (for the 4th time) how half of them died. I pointed out that back then life was hard and that they didn’t have everything we have, like refrigerators and cars. When she heard that, Ellie rewarded me with the end of the story:
“Yeah, they didn’t have cars so they had to ride around on sheeps called May Flower. And the sheeps feet were almost to the bottom. (?) And after they died there were only 4 women but they couldn’t go to dinner because it was their job to cook it. And that’s why we celebrate Thanksgiving.”
What a wonderful holiday story.
Edit – I should point out that Ellie was very excited about this story. Rereading this it doesn’t come across that way, but she was.
Dude, what a bummer. On all counts.
The best part, of course, being where you say, “Ellie’s new teacher – a wonderful…”
Glad things are looking up.
Kind of sounds a bit more like a horrorday for the woman that is. You should ask
her if they at least get to have thanksgiving wine while cooking…that might make
it a little more palatable.