The focus of story hour at Raphaela's Gan has been classic Israeli books, like "A Tale of Five Balloons", "Hot Corn," "The Lion who Loved Strawberries," and "Yael's House."
When I came to Gan to pick Raphaela up yesterday, all the children were gathered around a large cardboard box (Yael's house, what else?) and knocking to see who might be found inside. Raphaela would not leave, and invited me to sit in the circle with her and her friends until her teacher finished the story. At a certain point, several children had to go to the toilet and I was given the task of keeping the remaining kids entertained for a brief period of time, so I continued the story of Yael's house.
The book essentially tells the story of a girl who wants to have a play house of her own, a private space; she finds a large wooden box a la the Israeli Kibbutz and steps inside, only to be taken away by tractor to a dark warehouse. The story ends well, with the Kibbutz giving Yael the box as a gift and promising never to take it or her away by tractor again.
When the nursery teacher returned, she winked at me and said, "Let's give these children a stronger moral of the story, shall we?" And the teacher proceeded to tell the class how worried Yael's mother was when her daughter disappeared, and how important it is to tell your parents where you are when you go outside to play.
Then the children took all the girl-looking dolls they could find, and merrily stuffed them inside Yael's house. Nothing beats the sound of giggling toddlers.
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