Show and Tell

My daughter goes to preschool three half days a week. It is one of her favourite places to go. They have recently started Show and Tell at preschool. Two children per day are asked to bring something special from home, preferably something older and near and dear to their little hearts, like a special stuffie or a blanket. They are to give their little classmates three clues, and the children guess what the other children have brought. Because my child belongs to a co-op preschool, I have recently witnessed show and tell first-hand, and it's pretty hilarious. When they are supposed to be guessing a stuffed bear, the kids are guessing things like, "A train set! A chicken! A helmet! A barbeque!" None of it makes sense because they are all four, and therefore, they are all a little bit crazy (and so awesome; they all make me smile). My child is to bring her Show and Tell near the middle of December. This is torturing her. Six or seven times a day she asks me if it's her turn yet. When I tell her she has to wait until the middle of December, she dramatically bows her head. "This is just the worst," she groans.

What she wants to bring for Show and Tell changes often, so I have no idea what she'll be touting come mid-December. What I do know, is that she will not be bringing tonight's idea when it is her turn. Tonight, during snuggle time, she said, "Would it be a bad idea to bring snot for show and tell?"
I shuddered. "Yeah, that's... that's not a good idea at all. Plus, it's supposed to be something really special to you."
"That's true," she agreed. "And the clues would be pretty easy and I don't want anybody to guess."
"What would your clues be?" I asked.
She grinned. "Well, 1. It's yellow. 2. It's in your nose. 3. It comes out when ya sneeze."
"Those are good clues," I admitted.
"Yep." And we dissolved into the kind of hysterical laughter that is contagious, giggling until our sides hurt.

Kids are fantastically weird little people.