Mistaken Identity

Hand Turkey. Turkey.

Hand Turkey. Turkey.

In case you are unaware, a big part of my job working in the school system as an OT is to come up with activities to encourage various fine/visual motor skills in kids. It’s very intellectually demanding. It’s a wonder you people can keep up with my crafty prowess. Anyway, one of these particular activities happened around Thanksgiving; this was your standard turkey made by tracing the opposite hand and then decorating it. When I presented my model to a small group of kids and asked what it was, one of them shouted out, “a hand chicken!”He was very serious about his answer. I was a bit sad, because I thought that my turkey looked fairly legit, but kids don’t seem to lie in these gut reaction situations. I told him it was a turkey and we moved on to create one for him. Cut to our first session after holiday break. I had gotten this great little crafty book for ideas on these sorts of activities. One of them was making a peacock. So I put together my model and decorated it all nice (clearly a subjective statement). I present it to my little group and asked if anyone knew what it was. My little friend looked at me like I was slightly off and said “a hand chicken.” I could almost hear the “duhh”. I laughed out loud because sometimes you need to be humbled by a seven year old. And the little kid is just so cute.