Category Archives: R

Creep show

At the dinner table.  A mosquito has landed in Dad’s water.

B — Eew!  A bug in your drink!

Dad — No big deal.

B — You’re gonna drink it anyway?!

R — It’s a horror show!  A nightmare!

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Honest Abe

 

 

 

R calls it the way he sees it.

Pretty much

 

 


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!


Greek mythology

R’s illustration of Zeus:


Getting to know you

R’s tribute to Dad (a fill-in-the-blank sheet he was given at church):


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?


Fill in the blank

From R’s school writing journal: