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: