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Bastien sticks his tongue out as he works, carefully lining down the glue on the card, and picking through the tissue paper and glitter set on the table between the four children.
“Make sure you write something nice inside!” Ms Kepple chirrups, she taps the board, “We have some messages you can use here.”
Bastien puts down the tissue paper- green, Hermann likes green, and cuts away the excess with the little pink craft scissors.
“Bastien?” Ms Kepple’s voice comes from just behind him, “that’s very nice, Bastien.”
Bastien nods. It does look nice. He’s got the dark blue paper over the card, and the green for the ground. Now he just needs the stars. He spreads the glue over the paper, and dumps a handful of glitter on it.
“Is that for your father, Bastien?” Ms Kepple continues.
Bastien scowls, and shakes the card clear. The glitter has left bright trails of sparkles in silvers and gold and pink across his night’s sky. It looks brilliant.
“’s for Hermann.” He picks up the felt tip to draw a little Hermann and Bastien on the ground.
“Let it dry first,” Ms Kepple admonishes gently. “You’ll tear the paper if it’s wet. Why don’t you write a message inside first?”
Bastien nods, glances up at the board. There’s a lot of fathers and dads on it. I love you dad! You’re the best father!
Bastien bites his lip, tries to remember how to spell brother.
“Here.” Ms Kepple writes it helpfully in a tiny corner of the board.
He nods, and decides You’re the best brother would make a nice message.
Bastien sticks his tongue out as he works, carefully lining down the glue on the card, and picking through the tissue paper and glitter set on the table between the four children.
“Make sure you write something nice inside!” Ms Kepple chirrups, she taps the board, “We have some messages you can use here.”
Bastien puts down the tissue paper- green, Hermann likes green, and cuts away the excess with the little pink craft scissors.
“Bastien?” Ms Kepple’s voice comes from just behind him, “that’s very nice, Bastien.”
Bastien nods. It does look nice. He’s got the dark blue paper over the card, and the green for the ground. Now he just needs the stars. He spreads the glue over the paper, and dumps a handful of glitter on it.
“Is that for your father, Bastien?” Ms Kepple continues.
Bastien scowls, and shakes the card clear. The glitter has left bright trails of sparkles in silvers and gold and pink across his night’s sky. It looks brilliant.
“’s for Hermann.” He picks up the felt tip to draw a little Hermann and Bastien on the ground.
“Let it dry first,” Ms Kepple admonishes gently. “You’ll tear the paper if it’s wet. Why don’t you write a message inside first?”
Bastien nods, glances up at the board. There’s a lot of fathers and dads on it. I love you dad! You’re the best father!
Bastien bites his lip, tries to remember how to spell brother.
“Here.” Ms Kepple writes it helpfully in a tiny corner of the board.
He nods, and decides You’re the best brother would make a nice message.