I thought I had seen evert Veggie Tales there ever was, but this was a new for me. My grandson and I watched the videos every afternoon until he was old enough to go to school. Thanks for sharing.
Today I will commend the essay part of what you've posted. Thanks, I didn't know the backstory on Clement Moore and what he wrote. I used to have a Kindergartner wrote brought me videotape cassettes of "VeggieTales" to take home and view. I did not make use of them, though, in my classrooms. Re: toys for girls vs. toys for boys, I felt hat no one in my awareness questioned the logic of that "separation" during my childhood, though there was not a hard-and-fast line in my own family; that is to say, my sister and I occasionally got a present that might have seemed atypical. For example, I got a soldier doll during the Korean War, probably because my cousin was a soldier overseas then. I was pleased to get it, though it never was a favourite toy of mine. I do remember occasionally including it on display with other props in diorama-like scenes I'd sometimes arrange on my bedroom floor. My sister was sometimes given components for a model railroad, even though I played with the trains perhaps five times more frequently than she did. In general, I felt that my parents and other relatives were mostly guided by what they thought little Greg and Nancy would personally appreciate.
I thought I had seen evert Veggie Tales there ever was, but this was a new for me. My grandson and I watched the videos every afternoon until he was old enough to go to school. Thanks for sharing.
Today I will commend the essay part of what you've posted. Thanks, I didn't know the backstory on Clement Moore and what he wrote. I used to have a Kindergartner wrote brought me videotape cassettes of "VeggieTales" to take home and view. I did not make use of them, though, in my classrooms. Re: toys for girls vs. toys for boys, I felt hat no one in my awareness questioned the logic of that "separation" during my childhood, though there was not a hard-and-fast line in my own family; that is to say, my sister and I occasionally got a present that might have seemed atypical. For example, I got a soldier doll during the Korean War, probably because my cousin was a soldier overseas then. I was pleased to get it, though it never was a favourite toy of mine. I do remember occasionally including it on display with other props in diorama-like scenes I'd sometimes arrange on my bedroom floor. My sister was sometimes given components for a model railroad, even though I played with the trains perhaps five times more frequently than she did. In general, I felt that my parents and other relatives were mostly guided by what they thought little Greg and Nancy would personally appreciate.