A star is born.

Finally, finally, after 21 weeks of pre-school, it was Max's turn to be "Star of the Week." As Star of the Week, each child gets a turn to talk about his/herself, presenting a photoboard to the class. A parent is invited to spend an hour one day doing a project. And of course there is a crown and some sweet treat since Star of the Week usually corresponds with a birthday. Or in Max's case, his half-birthday.

Max and I worked together on his photo board last weekend, looking through our limited supply of printed photographs to find pictures worthy of inclusion. He chose images of his sister and our family. One of the Flynns and one of Emily next door. Also one of Max and Grandpa in the canoe at South Lake and one of Emma the newfoundland on the beach at Nantucket. We labeled the photos, decorated the collage with stickers and then Max wrote "my favorite animal is the dinosaur" across the middle. A proud effort.

Max's star was a bit dim this week, with school closed on Monday because the heat was out, and again on Wednesday because of snow. (Wednesday being my scheduled day to attend, of course.) But we more than made up for it today. I read a book to the class, "Me and my Mammoth" which the kids and the teachers enjoyed. And then we decorated valentine's boxes and filled them with treats to take home to our families. Max got to wear his crown as we had cookies and grapes and seemed well satisfied with the experience. A king in the making.

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