
It was Kenny Rogers who warned that you got to know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em, but I’d be willing to gamble a chicken restaurant that he wasn’t singing about origami or talking about holding and folding sushi rolls. But I was.

I had agreed to help out at Olivia’s school with mini courses, which are classes taught by parents or community members. My class was titled “A Trip to Japan,” in which I taught two sections of twentysome K-3rd graders the fine arts of origami and sushi roll assembly. My goal coming in was to teach the kids how to successfully fold a samurai hat and for them to sample a slice of the rice-and-seaweed roll, but I revised that on game day to making sure my course was more entertaining than the one featuring Sniffy the Sniffasaurus, the dinosaur that promotes natural-gas safety.
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