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 the characters in the movie. The incidents in your stories should explore the themes of the movie.
Here is a bedtime story about that you can read to your child that expands upon some of the themes of the movie.
“Duck!” yelled Mari as she slid across the wet grass. Her best friend, Melisha, dropped to the ground, but it was too late. A big, bright pink water balloon exploded on Melisha’s shoulder, soaking her right side. Melisha couldn’t help but laugh and Mari slid over to help her friend back up.
It was Water Day at school; every year, on the last day of school, the bell would ring one hour early and all the students would pour out of the building and race toward the grassy soccer field. Teachers had spent the evenings leading up to Water Day filling as many water balloons as they could, carefully piling them into buckets and bowls. These buckets and bowls were now scattered throughout the field, letting students and teachers have the world’s greatest water balloon fight to celebrate the end of the school year.
Mari pulled Melisha to her feet and the girls reached into a nearly empty bucket of balloons. They lobbed the balloons toward their friend Jason, who dodged them with ease. Jason was officially beating them at this water balloon fight. They’d hit him maybe three times, and he’d hit them at least ten times, each. They were determined to get their friend soaking wet before the day ended. The now muddy field was dotted with neon balloon skins; kids were running around looking frantically for balloons that still held water. It seemed like the supply had run out. No more balloons meant the end of Water Day.
Jason pulled a slick, yellow balloon out from behind his back and threw it toward the middle of the field, at nobody in particular. It bounced on the muddy ground but didn’t pop. Melisha spotted this, the last balloon of Water Day, and made a run for it. Realizing what she was up to, Jason also ran, chasing after his balloon. The kids in the field stopped and watched, cheering and yelling. Jason and Melisha both reached the balloon at the same time but Jason snatched it up. Melisha couldn’t control her speed and fell face first into the muddy field.
She stood up, covered head to toe in mud, dirty water filling her mouth and eyes. She couldn’t see a thing. But she could hear; she could hear people laughing. She wiped the mud out of her eyes and saw what seemed like the whole school pointing at her at laughing. Mean laughing. Jason was laughing, too, and he yelled “Melisha pooped her pants!” before smashing the last water balloon onto her head. The crowd roared in laughter, laughing at Melisha.
Melisha felt hot tears weave trails through the mud on her face and her burning eyes searched the crowd for Mari. But what she saw made her cry even harder. Mari was there, pointing and laughing, too. Her best friend!
Melisha scrambled to her feet and ran to her teacher. The other teachers were breaking up the circle and scolding the most vocal teasers. Her teacher, Mr. Vaughn, walked her to the nurse’s office to get some clean clothes. Nurse Bonnie gave her a towel, sweatpants and a t-shirt, and put her dirty clothes in a bag. Melisha’s tears didn’t stop. School had ended and Melisha’s parents arrived. They weren’t upset about her messy clothes; they could tell something more was bothering her. But Melisha didn’t want to talk about it. Every time she tried to speak, she just saw Mari pointing and laughing at her. Mean laughing.
That night, Melisha wasn’t hungry and didn’t want dinner or her favorite dessert. She didn’t want to watch TV or read her chapter book. She just wanted to go to bed. Her mom ran a warm bath and poured in her favorite bubble gel, but even this didn’t make Melisha feel better. As she was tucking Melisha in, Melisha finally spoke. She told her mom about everything that happened, about the teasing, the mud, Jason, and worst of all, Mari. Her now ex-best friend. Melisha’s mom listened, promised it would be okay, and soon Melisha was asleep.
The next morning Melisha woke up and felt something on her feet. She sat up and saw a very sad looking Mari huddled on the end of her bed. “Hi,” Mari said, in a really quiet voice.
“What do you want?” Melisha said, sounding angrier than she was.
“I came to say I’m sorry. I’m really sorry for laughing at you,” Mari said, as she began to cry. Melisha didn’t say anything. “I should have come and helped you. I should’ve told everyone to stop laughing. I don’t know why I didn’t. I feel really bad.”
“I thought you were my best friend,” Melisha said, quietly.
“I am! At least, I would still like to be. I’m sorry, Mel.” Mari looked so sad, even sadder than Melisha felt.
“It’s okay,” Melisha said, “We all make mistakes. I forgive you.”
Mari looked up and smiled. She wiped the tears from her face and reached down to the floor. “I brought you a peace offering. You can use it on me.” She handed Melisha a huge, yellow water balloon.
Melisha held the balloon her hand. She turned the rubbery, jiggly sphere around in her hand. Then she laughed. “I have an even better idea!”
Later that morning, the two girls rang Jason’s doorbell. He answered, and was surprised to see them. “Melisha, I’m really sorry about yesterday,” Jason said, but before he could ask what they were doing there, they smashed the water balloon on his head. Jason started laughing and yelled “I was expecting this!” He ran to the garage and dragged out a huge bin full of water balloons. “Let’s go!” he said.
Melisha, Mari, and Jason threw water balloons at each other for what seemed like hours, stopping only to fill up more balloons. They played late into the day and the only laughter that afternoon was the good, silly kind.
The End.