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Choosing Mercer Mayer

Mon, 16 Dec 2013, 10:29 PM (-06:00) Creative Commons License

“I’m ok,” he said, looking down at the books on the table.

All the other kids had chosen their books and were sitting on the floor reading their chosen words and looking at their chosen pictures. 

“Here,” I said. “What about Denise Fleming? Look at these colors!”

“No, I’m ok.”

“Don’t you want a book?” I asked.

“Somebody else got the one I wanted.”

“Oh I see lots of books here,” I said. “How about Eric Carle? Look at this!”

“I’m ok,” he said. And he turned to join the other kids who were now lining up at the door getting ready to return to their classroom.

He stood at the end of the line and hung his head. He was wiping his eyes.

I tapped him on the shoulder. “Come on,” I said, “I’m sure we can find something.” He walked with me back to the table.

I gathered several books and moved them around on the table, having no idea what else to do, thinking that something might still catch his attention.

“What about these?” I asked. “Hey, what about Mercer Mayer?”

“No, I’m ok,” he said.

His head was still hanging low. I moved the books around some more and grabbed a few others. And then I heard him say something.

I bent lower. “I’m sorry Michael, what did you say?”

He pointed to the table, to the Mercer Mayer.

“A fine choice,” I said. “Now let’s get a pencil so you can put your name in it!”

He wrote his name on the sticker on the inside cover, and he carried his book with him as he got in line. 



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