That’s Brussels Sprouts. My oldest is in 2nd grade, and has a journal for what they now call ELA. We called it Writing or English back in the late Triassic when I was in school. Pretty soon I may be up to her writing level. I certainly make about the same amount of spelling and grammar mistakes.
Her journal has some great entries, but I found this amusing and asked if I could share it. Her handwriting looks a lot like mine at that age. The whole thing is just too cute, IMHO.
The text, as originally written:
My least favite food is breslesperots. The time I tried it was at dinner. I took a bite. My dad said said, how do you like it? I said its discusting! My dad said I was crasy. One of his favite foods are breslsprots. The next time we had the my dad put one on my plate. I put it on his plate. I am relevd we do not have them very often only really on thanks giving. broulsprots are little balls that look like cabig. The worst food ever is braroslsprats.
Here’s my slight correction:
My least favorite food is Brussels sprouts. The time I tried it was at dinner. I took a bite. My dad said said, “How do you like it?” I said it’s disgusting! My dad said I was crazy. One of his favorite foods are Brussels sprouts. The next time we had them, my dad put one on my plate. I put it on his plate. I am relived we do not have them very often, only really on Thanksgiving. Brussels sprouts are little balls that look like cabbage. The worst food ever is Brussels sprouts.
Even though I wholeheartedly disagree, she builds a strong case. I’m anxious to see what the teacher thinks.
For years, I have teased my wife about a habit I have noticed when we are setting out seasonal decorations. It happened at the apartment where we first cohabitated, it happens at our house now. It happened long before our children were in the picture. She cannot leave anything that I put in place stay where I put it. I put it on the left of a shelf, she moves it to the right. I put it on the wall-shelf, she puts it on the Victrola.
I had to go out for work in the afternoon today, but I set the kids on a path of chaos this morning before I left. My daughter was excited to put out fall decorations. I told her to watch because Mommy moves every decoration that I set out. Then a light bulb went off in my head.
I told her to get a white board for herself, and a white board for her brother, and mark down a point every time they set out a decoration and mommy moves it.
The winner gets to move one of the decorations that Mommy places!
Apparently shenanigans ensued while I was at work. I think it will be a new holiday/seasonal event.
Do you have someone in the house that moves decorations?
So, my 6 year old handed me a book that she wrote/illustrated at school. I didn’t realize they had that much free time. Apparently her teacher is an accomplice with the stapling of said book. It’s a conspiracy.
How 2 Take Care of a Dog.
1. First give her food and water.
2. Take her for (a) poop.
3. Take her for a wake. [I really hope she means walk here, but a dog at a wake may be fun.]
4. Snuggle with her.
5. Wash her. [May I suggest this step comes before the last one?]
6. Play with her.
7. Put her to sleep. [Oh, how I don’t even want to think about that phrasing and we don’t even have a dog.]
How to Take Care of a Dog
First give her food and water.
Take her for (a) poop.
Take her for a wake. [I really hope she means walk here, but a dog at a wake may be fun.]
Snuggle with her.
Wash her. [May I suggest this step comes before the last one?]
Play with her.
Put her to sleep. [Oh, how I don’t even want to think about that phrasing and we don’t even have a dog.]
My daughter is also conspiring with her 4 year old brother to take up a collection to “buy” a dog. Someone must have dropped a $50 figure to them for dog adoption from a shelter, because that is their goal.
Missing from this expert plan is picking up poop from the yard.