The boys are coming home from school with a neighbor who graciously picks them up on Mondays, when it’s all I can do to leave work just in time to get home to meet them.
B — Look at my mom’s clothes! Do you like them? She has to look beautiful because she is a teacher.
R — You do look beautiful, Mom.
B — You look really beautiful! You look like a dream girl!
B brought this one home from school.
R — Mom, what was your favorite thing to play when you were little?
Mom — Hmmm… I’m not sure.
R — Well, did you like to play with remote control cars and trains, like me and B?
Mom — I didn’t really play with a lot of remote control toys.
R — Why not? Electricity hadn’t been invented yet?
B’s inventive spelling doesn’t take away from his sweet message.
I am listening to music while ironing when one of the dogs growls, out of nowhere.
Mom — Oh, relax, dog!
B — Why did you tell him to relax?
Mom — Because he growled. Didn’t you hear him?
B — Yes. Why did he growl?
Mom — I don’t know.
B — Maybe he doesn’t like the music.
From R’s school writing journal:
The boys made treats to share with their classmates.
Here is Mom’s sample cookie:
Here are samples of R & B’s product: