On Thursday it was my four year old son's turn to be his teacher's 'helping hand' at school. The kids are excited about being that day's 'helping hand,' and each morning at the start of the day they inspect 'the schedule' (with their names on it) at the front of the classroom. I am unsure what the duties entail; except one: at 8:45 sharp the teacher gives the day's 'helping hand' her bell, and the helping hand is allowed to ring it for about thirty seconds while the kids happily shepherd (push) their parents out of the classroom.
My son had been too shy to ring the bell during his earlier turns at being 'helping hand.' While we were cycling to school, he informed me calmly he was 'helping hand' and that his friend, Daan, had been 'helping hand' two days before. I had glanced at the schedule, too, so I was not surprised by this information. We were at school early, and we read a book together about a caterpillar that gets upset when she receives a soccer ball, which turns out to be the moon (but she does not know that), for her birthday. The only subtle, sign of nervousness that I noticed was that my son was eager to turn the page and jump ahead in the story. By 8:41 we were joined by three more kids who were listening attentively to the end of the story (the caterpillar enjoys a peaceful moment in the moon-lit forest).
At 8:44 the teacher located us, walked to our table, and with a kind gesture gave Avi (my son) the shiny bell.