By Coco Jane
Mom pulled Jacklyn to the kindergarten room.
“Welcome to open house!” said Mrs. Marsh, smiling. “Hi, Betty. Jacklyn is the last of the family, eh?”
“Yes, number four,” said Mom. “Jojo, this is Mrs. Marsh.”
The teacher squatted down. “I’m so glad you’re coming into kindergarten. Do you want to be called Jacklyn or Jojo?”
“Jacklyn.”
“Oh, no,” insisted Mom. “Jojo is so much cuter. We’ve called her that ever since her brother Darren pronounced it that way when she was born.”
“Jojo it is, then,” laughed Mrs. Marsh.
“Come along, Jojo,” said Mom.
“My name is Jacklyn,” she said softly.
Hah, yes. Good one. I feel for that poor kid.
Good story. Says much about communication between parent and child.
By the way, any connection between JoJo and Coco?
Well done. You said so very much in so very few words! Excellent.
I work with kindergarteners. I see other teachers acting this way and it eats away at me. I try to hold respect in my heart for every child, every day. This piece hurts. But it’s a necessary hurt. Thank you.
Tom got it right.
Perfect construction. Loved it
Well done! I really feel for Jacklyn.
My sister wasn’t able to use her name until she married. I understand this.
aww – i like the “she said softly”