Educating a Kindergartener

Recently, my daughter came home from kindergarten and launched into an explanation of the difference between fiction and nonfiction. I was duly impressed when she then provided several examples of both.

I smiled to myself, and frankly, I had a little moment where I privately extolled the virtues of a good education. I praised her for her grasp on the subject and then began grading papers.

After a couple of minutes of grading, Baby-girl began a monologue, one that hinted that she may someday rival LCB in the loquacious department. I was grading, and thus listening only enough to pick up on the fact that she was expounding on the topic of fiction and nonfiction. This continued for a few moments until something she said caught my attention. I looked up, and she was standing at the window, staring out at our hammock.

“I’m not sure whether that’s fiction or nonfiction,” she said.

“What is?” I queried, waiting for what I thought would be the title of a recently-read picture book.

“The hammock,” she answered, frowning. “I can’t figure out if it’s fiction or nonfiction.”

I’m not sure where the educational breakdown occurred in that sweet, little mind of hers, but occur it did.

So, I clarified the definition of fiction and nonfiction for her, and fortunately, it appeared to be a simple fix.

Then I asked her if she’d care to split a nonfiction cookie.

I’ve found I greatly prefer them over the fiction ones.

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