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Dani, I noticed that there are lots of photos and stories of you engaging in dramatic play with your friends in your portfolio. I have also noticed that you have built good relationships with the other tramariki, especially some of the older girls at Jump Start. On this occasion I was fortunate to witness your confidence, competence, great concertation, and listening skills while you played the Identity Game.

You set up the Identity Game and started to play. After a while Grace was winning, she was really fast at identifying matches and then yelling “SNAP”. The reason she was so fast was because she had played this game numerous times. You on the other hand, had only played this game a few times with Jacqui. You started off slowly, but

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