I adopted my son when he was nine - a totally different situation. He had been in foster care since the age of four months and had so many Moms, he refused to call me Mom until well after the adoption was finalized. The process itself was frightening to him - he thought that the judge could decide that he wasn't "good enough" to be adopted. I am not sure how he would have reacted to a puppet show in a school setting. He probably would have pretended it had nothing to do with him. We went through some very hard times but always loved each other. Things ar good right now. I bask in the sunshine.