The Notebook......

My son has started writing in first grade.  I was so excited last year when he leaned over my shoulder and began to read a few line to me aloud from the book I was reading one night.  I was so excited and proud of him.  Like me he does not like to be forced to read, but loves to read things that he chooses.  So most homework is boring to him. 

This year he started writing.  He is learning about how to set up a story and the basic components to writing.  He loves this even more than reading because he can write anything he wants.  Usually it is about activities that make him happy or some kind of animal.  (He loves wild animals more than his mom I think.) 


Naturally, his first writing assignment was about a wild boar.  We had rescued two newborn hogs a year and a half ago.  He was so excited about his since they were so tiny and acted like little kittens.  His assignment was to tell a story about a time when he did not tell the truth.  He even drew a picture to match exactly complete with my dinning room table.  He wrote the following ~  "My daddy brought home two baby hogs from the woods one day.  They used the bathroom in the floor and I cleaned it up with a Kleenex."   He was afraid if he told me, that I would make the hogs go away.  I was more embarrassed by him telling the entire first grade and his new school. 

When we first got the hogs, they were so little they would fit under out little yorkie.

A lot of moms might get their feelings hurt by this next thing he did, but we are very open and honest with each other.  Plus I thought it was funny.  How am I going to get mad at my kid for writing and telling the truth?  He has loads of notebooks but this one is my favorite.

He started all sweet with I love you.  Then I told him it was bed time.  He went to his room while I talked to his dad who was out of town working.  A few minutes later he comes up too me and says, "See this notebook?  It is just for you.  It has all the things I don't like about you in it."  I just looked at him.  What do you say to a six year old about that?  He showed me the pages he had written.  There were already seven front and back.  He was mad about having to go to bed so it took everything I had not to laugh.  Finally I said, "Ok, Keep it where you can find it, and every time you get mad you can write in it."  He seemed happy with that and finally went to bed.

He completely cracks me up most days.  He always has a story or questions.  My favorite recent question "Momma, are there two kinds of stupid?"  The ideas he has are amazing.  I love this little guy.