In Summary
  • All was going on well until every parent was asked to draw the main character in the book their young one had been reading.
  • Each one of us was allocated a desk for two; your young one seated beside you as he or she narrated the story to help you craft the human or animal character.

My boy’s school has this thing called the Bookworm Week at the beginning of every second term.

Basically, a parent is asked to help their child read a book of their choice over the holidays long enough for the young one to internalise and tell the story to the class during the bookworm week.

After this, the teachers come in to teach about synopsis, themes and styles so that they relate text to real life and understand the message better.

Parents were then called to school on the final day of the week in what looked like a normal parents’ day. It was not.

ASKED TO DRAW

All was going on well until every parent was asked to draw the main character in the book their young one had been reading.

Each one of us was allocated a desk for two; your young one seated beside you as he or she narrated the story to help you craft the human or animal character.

My son’s book was Finding Nemo, which made it easier to visualise and come up with a fish. I had also been lucky enough to watch the animation on TV.

I’ll tell you for free that these men and women in high-end suits, high heels and elegant jewelry cannot draw to save their lives.

The same puffed up people who had earlier on been nudging their juniors about working hard were deflated faster than I’ve ever seen a balloon do.

EXCITED

The children were so excited about their parents having an assignment all you could hear were giggles. You see, the books had been kept away because we were supposed to visualise then transfer this into an image, so we could not copy from the source. We had also been instructed to keep our phones away because such gadgets are not allowed in a classroom setup, so Google University was out of the question. I saw people’s eyes droop like the ears on a dog; they knew that in not so long their secret would be all out in the open; before fellow parents, teachers and the children they tower over back home.

ONCE TALKATIVE GUY

The once talkative guy beside me drew a sun what was more like an octopus. Then he decided to get even more creative and coloured it bright yellow . . . it quickly resembled a badly shaped plain omelette. The problem with children is that they do not know how to hide opinion, excitement or disappointment, so the young girl beside him was there shouting “no daddy, your sun looks bad, not like that!”

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