I had a young student who lived in the Taipei equivalent of a mansion. She didn’t like to be read to, but she loved being the teacher and leading me in activities that she would do in a normal school day.
This stick-figure collaboration came from an offshoot of “Writing Workshop” called, appropriately enough, “Making Books.”
The best part, I think, was when she actually sat still for the 2 minutes it took to read the book, and then we named all of the heads in the last picture. It included her teacher Mr. Couch, her mom, dad, baby brother and herself, as well as her grandmother and maybe her aunt.