Shannon Stacey

Oh, and there was more

First, this year’s Valentine craze in the kindergarten set is apparently temporary tattoos. My short kid looks like a biker-bouncer from the Nickelodeon Bar and Grill.

And yesterday the tall kid came home totally disgusted with his homework assignment. He’s a consistent honor roll student, so homework isn’t usually a big deal in the Stacey house. But they’re doing a poetry unit, and if there’s one thing my child doesn’t do, it’s imagination.

He had to write three haiku about nature. He had…nothing.

Looking forward to the snow day I offered some silliness off the top of my head:

Snow is falling hard
A blizzard cancelling school
Fly, white snowflakes, fly

I looked over to see if my goofiness was cheering him up any, and he was writing it down!

Mom: Hey, do your own homework.

Tall kid: There has to be some benefit to having an author for a mom.

Mom: If you write that down and put your name on the top, you’re stealing my work. That’s plagiarism.

Tall kid: (*ponders*) I wrote it down first. You can’t prove you wrote it.

Mom: Give me a buck and we’ll call it a work-for-hire draw.

Tall kid: I’m not giving you a dollar for that poem! It wasn’t that good.

Nice kid, huh? :lmao:

5 comments to “Oh, and there was more”

  1. Jaci Burton
      · February 14th, 2007 at 9:53 am · Link


    clearly you’ll have to improve your Haiku to earn that buck, mom

  2. Charlene
      · February 14th, 2007 at 11:10 am · Link

    Kids who plagiarize
    And then insult your poem too
    Should get no cookies.

  3. May
      · February 14th, 2007 at 10:53 am · Link

    :lmao: I love that kid.

  4. Michelle
      · February 14th, 2007 at 12:39 pm · Link

    ROFL – smart kid! LOL Wonder where he gets it? :noevil:

  5. Mandy M. Roth
      · February 15th, 2007 at 7:47 am · Link

    :rofl: No buck for you!

    My oldest had to write a poem set to a popular song. He never showed me the paper. I found it when I went to school and cleaned out his locker. He wrote one titles Ice Cream Man, set to the tune of Iron Man by Black Sabbath.

    I’ll give you the first few lines and then you can drop your head in your hands too and cringe…wondering when he should start seeing someone for his “issues”. LOL

    I am the Cream Man
    Running over little kids with my big van
    Their long and silent screams
    Make me wonder why I sell Ice Cream

    Black rubber tires of doom
    Make peoples heads go ka-boom
    Poison seeps into their veins
    What do I have to gain?


    I think it would have been better if he just paid me a buck to write him something that won’t land him in a room full of officials giving him the evil eye. Thankfully, the school is well aware of who I am and what I write for a living and that while he might be very creative he never really hurt anything.

    Rubber tires of doom?

    Tell me I didn’t give birth to someone who wrote that…wait, I could use that line. LOL

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