On Friday, the baby brought home some classwork and I forgot to check his folder for it. This morning, right before rushing him out the door, I glanced at the sentences that he wrote and started cracking up. Behold, selections from “My Writing Journal #12” by my son, the maniac:
My favorite song is we will we will rock you. Is my favorite song becus it is the best. It reley rockx. I reley like lierix.
I hit the pinata and I get candy. My favorite candy is choulite. (I’m guessing this is “chocolate.”) My pinata is cool. I love my pinata. My pinata is a t-rex face.
If I had one million dollars I would by a hot tub. I would by a manchun. I would get one million more. So me i could be rich. I love money.
I shopped all day for chikin. Chikin is soo good. mmm! Oh ya!
Five white things are me. Papper. Showman. glue. Marshmello.
I showed the husband and we were nearly in tears. All day I’ve been saying, “Mmm, chicken. I’m white.”
Also, I think I’m going to write a parenting book based around this tip that I offer to you from my own experience: If your child is in some kind of tizzy and is coming at you giggling maniacally and flailing? Just stiff-arm him.