Fifteen minutes in front of a class of four-year-olds and I'm a goner. I'll admit it here: I miss teaching. (Except the grading papers part and the departmental politics and the too-common apathetic students with enormous feelings of entitlement.)
My (very) short stint as the preschool's resident expert on France was great fun. My "hook" was asking them what they had for breakfast, and then telling them that typically, kids in France don't have eggs and bacon and cereal for breakfast like their American counterparts. I passed around realistic-looking papier mache breads (baguette and croissant) and had them all cup their hands as if they were drinking hot chocolate out of a bowl. They were very impressed that French children can have hot chocolate for breakfast and don't have to drink it out of a mug. (Is this even true these days? It's been a while since I dined with a four-year-old in France.*)
They also seemed to enjoy squeezing the stuffed Eiffel Tower that I passed around the circle, and they were noisily appalled at the idea that cheese can also be made from goat and sheep's milk and that the French put extra mold in some of their cheese. On purpose!
And then when I taught them some very basic dance moves for "Sur le pont d'Avignon," they all willingly hooked elbows with a classmate and danced and bowed and curtsied when I told them to. (This is perhaps the greatest difference between teaching French to preschoolers and teaching French to college students. The most I ever managed was getting my French I students to grudgingly do the Hokey-Pokey when we studied the vocabulary for body parts. No way would they have hooked elbows to swing their partner. Especially since we were outside in the quad.)
Merci beaucoup to everyone who offered suggestions on what I could cover in my presentation!
*I'm not sure that I ever actually had a meal with a young child in France, actually. I'll have to remedy that next time I travel! Let me know if I can borrow your kid for lunch.