Stories are essential tools for verbal development, social-emotional learning, and character education. Intentional parents can use family movies as a basis for storytelling.
Repeat the story of the movie at bedtime, on a rainy day, or at any quiet time. Let your child correct you if you make a mistake and, better yet, encourage your child to tell you the story. Both of you can invent new adventures for Nemo and his friends. Your child’s imaginative and verbal capacities will be enhanced if you invent new characters and create situations that are not in the movie. To learn more about enhancing growth and development through stories told to children, go to How to Tell Bedtime Stories . . . Any Time.
Here is a bedtime story that you can read to your child.
Hi. My name is Johnny. This story is about my first day back at school after Christmas vacation. There was a lot of trouble that day, and, wouldn’t you know it, the trouble started because of a friend.
Louise sits next to me in class. She’s got brown hair that she wears in a pony tail and her eyes are brown, too. They glitter when she talks. You’d think she’d be tall, because she’s the fastest runner in our grade, but she isn’t. She’s just average size and — she likes to wear pink socks. But the most interesting thing about Louise is what she talks about; and that’s what started the ball rolling.
Not everyone likes Louise, but I do. . . . No, no, not in the gooey way that older guys like girls or a dad likes a mom. She’s not my girlfriend. It’s just that she talks about interesting things.
So, it’s the first day after Christmas vacation. The first bell is about to ring and the whole class is waiting outside the room. (Mr. Miller, our teacher, keeps the door shut until after the first bell.)
So, I go up to Louise; she’s gotten tanned over the vacation, “Hi, Louise.”
“Hey, Johnny.”
“So, what’d you do for Christmas?” I say.
“We went to Australia, to the Great Barrier Reef.”
“Oh, yeah, I know what that is.” I decide to sound superior. “You didn’t see Nemo, did you?”
“Actually, I saw lots of Nemos. There are tons of them and they all look the same. They’re just as orange as Nemo is in the movie and they all stay real close to their anemones. Johnny, you should see these anemones. They’re the most beautiful things you can imagine. They have these pale white tentacles, you know, they stick out like fingers but there are hundreds on each anemone and they wave in the water.”
“Were you under water close enough to see them?
“No, we were snorkeling, you know, where you float on top of the water and have a mask. You can look down all you want cause you breathe through a tube that sticks up out of the water. The ocean’s clear and it’s not deep at all. Sometimes the big corals are so close that you have to be careful not to scrape yourself.”
“Did you catch any fish, like the diver catches Nemo in the movie?”
“No way, it’s not allowed where we were. And besides, the fish stay close to the anemone and dart inside if you go near them. The tips of the anemone, the tentacles — they sting if you touch them. No one goes after a fish that’s inside one of those things.
“That’s right, I remember, the anemones have a poison to protect them, but it doesn’t hurt the . . . What do they call those fish, the Nemo fish, I forgot?”
“Clown fish, cause they look like a clown with the orange color and the big black circle.”
The first bell rings and Mr. Miller opens the door. He stands just inside the room, saying hello to each student as we come in. But my attention is on Louise and her trip.
“Now I remember, yeah . . . clown fish. So, what else did you see . . . . “
“Happy New Year you two. I see you’re excited to share about the vacation.” Mr. Miller says. “Remember, no talking after the second bell rings. We’ve got a lot to do.”
Louise and I sit down at our desks and I ask, “So, how many of these clown fish did you see?”
“Oh, hundreds.”
“Weren’t you scared out there in the ocean?”
“No, my dad swam right beside me and held my hand the whole time.”
“Wasn’t it too cold to go swimming? Did you have to wear one of those heavy suits that cover you all over?”
“No, it was summer and really hot. Australia’s in the southern half of the world so when it’s our winter, it’s their summer.”
“What else did you see?”
“I saw big giant sea turtles, three of them as big as this.” She stretches her arms straight out from the sides of her body.
“Did you see any sharks?”
“No. No, sharks. But we saw one of those fish cleaning stations.”
The second bell rings. Mr. Miller starts to say something, but I’m not listening.
“What do you mean a fish cleaning station?” I whisper, quietly I think.
Louise — very softly — says, “They’re these little fish that like to eat something on the skin of . . . .”
“Johnny, Louise! I thought I told you not to talk. This is your warning. Any more misbehavior and we’ll have a discussion with your mothers after school.” Louise widens her eyes and grins just a little. She puts a finger to her mouth making the sign that means, “Shshsh”.
But my mind’s abuzz. What’s this about fish cleaning stations? What do the little fish like to eat? Don’t the big fish just gobble them up? I just have to find out about this. Then I realize that I won’t get to talk to Louise until lunch, and the guys’ll tease me because boys never talk to girls at lunch.
This is not good. My solution is to write a note and pass it to Louise when Mr. Miller isn’t looking.
So, I write the note on a piece of notebook paper, “Tell me about the cleaning stations. What did the little fish eat?” I fold the paper twice over and when Mr. Miller is talking to students at the other side of the room, I pass it to Louise. She reads the note, glances up at Mr. Miller, who’s still talking to the other kids, and starts to write me back.
Well, that guy must have eyes in the back of his head and be able to transport himself across the room like magic. The next thing you know, Mr. Miller is standing next to Louise’s desk and she’s still writing back to me.
“Louise, what are you doing?” I can’t describe the look on her face. She has to answer but she doesn’t want to give me away.
I’ve got to act quickly. “It’s my fault, Mr. Miller. I asked her a question.” The whole class turns in their seats and looks at me.
“You guys sure aren’t starting the New Year right.” Mr. Miller says. “Johnny, you were warned once. Tell me why we shouldn’t talk to your mom after school.”
It’s like the world stops. I have to say something but I don’t know what to say. I could say that my dog died over the weekend but my dog is fine and if mother found out I lied, she’d be disappointed and really mad. There’s only one thing to do, tell the truth and then Mr. Miller will tell my mom that I’d been acting up in class. And anyway, maybe Mr. Miller is interested in fish cleaning stations. So, I say, “Well, she went to the Great Barrier Reef for Christmas and she was just going to tell me about fish cleaning stations in the ocean. But then the second bell rang . . . and I just had to know about those fish cleaning stations.”
A few of the kids in the class start to giggle. I look up at Mr. Miller and he’s trying to suppress a smile. “Who knows about fish cleaning stations?” he asks the class.
Louise raises her hand and the class spends the next ten minutes listening to Louise tell about how some fish get cleaned in the ocean by other fish and her trip to the Great Barrier Reef. The best part is that Mr. Miller forgets all about talking to my mom after school.
And that’s what happened on the first day back at school after Christmas vacation. The End.
The End.
[After hearing this story, children will probably want to know more about fish cleaning stations. Here are a few facts. Several types of fish clean the bodies of other fish, eating parasites and dead scales. The fish who do the cleaning get a meal and the other fish stay clean and healthy. Small fish called the cleaning wrasses are visited by other fish who allow them to clean all over their bodies, into their mouths, and even in their gills. Sometimes, fish line up at “cleaning stations” waiting to be cleaned by the wrasses. This occurs in the Pacific and Indian Oceans. You can get pictures of fish getting cleaned on Wikipedia at Wikipedia article on Fish Cleaning Stations.]