Category Archives: Mom

Sweet talker

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!


Groooovy, baby!

B brought this one home from school.


Ancient history

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?


You are all the present I need

B’s inventive spelling doesn’t take away from his sweet message.


Everyone’s a critic

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.


Fill in the blank

From R’s school writing journal:


Interpretive lens

The boys made treats to share with their classmates.

Here is Mom’s sample cookie:

 

Here are samples of R & B’s product: