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:
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:lmao:
clearly you’ll have to improve your Haiku to earn that buck, mom
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Kids who plagiarize
And then insult your poem too
Should get no cookies.
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:lmao: I love that kid.
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ROFL – smart kid! LOL Wonder where he gets it? :noevil:
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: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?
:shrug:
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