Now it's called Show-n-Share, probably for some P.C. reason I am unaware of. Turner was up yesterday and he could bring anything he wanted so, of course, he chose his baby brother. Yep, Decker was the "object" Turner shared with his kindergarten class.
Proud as I've ever seen him, he sat in the front of the class holding his sleeping, 7-week old baby brother in his arms, smile beaming, ready to show him off to 16 excited 6 year olds. Hands popped up almost instantly for questions and comments, most of which were a variation of "he's so cute!" Only two questions were asked ("what is Decker's birthday", and "how much did he weigh at birth?") both by Mrs. Wagner, and only one was Turner able to answer without my help. But, it didn't matter. None of it mattered. All that mattered was the pride Turner felt as a big brother, and the pride I felt as the momma witnessing all of this.
I have a feeling Turner won't ever forget this show-n-share, even 30 years down the road. Nor will many of his classmates. Decker, on the other hand, who slept the whole time, will only have this blog post as his memory.
I have a feeling Turner won't ever forget this show-n-share, even 30 years down the road. Nor will many of his classmates. Decker, on the other hand, who slept the whole time, will only have this blog post as his memory.