The wee ones are in summer school this year. Unfortunately – and to her great chagrin – Little Miss did not get into the art class she wanted. By the time we discovered this, the only classes open were reading and math. I chose reading for her since her spelling and writing and behind in English since she’s in a Spanish immersion school. She was not happy. And yes, she let me know about it. Personally, I can’t wait for the teen years.
That said, she brought home a series of papers last Friday of some of the work she’d done in class. Looking through them, there were the usual worksheets on reading comprehension and vocabulary and the like where you have to circle or write the correct answer. And then I found the writing prompts she worked on.
Honestly? I’m still giggling. I love seeing how her mind works, and it’s so interesting to see how she takes the language that the adults in her life use and then incorporates it into her writing. Love. It.
When I was a baby (note that she’ll go her own way and crossed out the “young in” to better fit the story she wanted to tell) when I was in the hospital my brother took off my hat and he said – Your not supposde (sic) to wear a hat inside.
Yep, true story. First time he met her when she was mere hours old, he came in and immediately ripped that crocheted hat off her head while she was laying in my arms, bouncing her head up and down a bit and causing a brief panic while we ensured that there was no damage to her fragile neck and head. Apparently our rule about not wearing hats indoors had sunk in a little too well.
When I was young in Disneyland (really Disney World, we’ve never been to Disneyland, but I’ll go with it) we went on splash mountain and it has a big drop it was about 50 ft tall(.) I was not a happy camper(.) when we got off I asked who,s (sic – note there are no apostrophes in Spanish, something that didn’t dawn on me until I tried to explain them to her this spring) idea was that – mine said mi (sic – mi = my in Spanish) brother
When I was young in Six Flags we went on a ride and there was a big drop and on the way down I didn’t look(.) so happy. When we got off I said (notice the Spanish question marks) Who’s (sic) idea was that? I asked? Mine said my brother
Note: She hates the flume type rides. She refuses to go on them. This was her second experience (see the previous note), and I’m still not sure how they all talked her into going on it. And her young? That was last summer.
When I was young in first grade we had a holloween (sic) party
Ummm and? That’s really the best she can do? I’m shocked that her teacher let her get away with that to be honest with you, but apparently summer school is (as it should be) a little more relaxed. And you do all realize that she only finished first grade a couple weeks ago, right? Apparently she has a different perspective on aging than I do.
This is another of her assignments that is going in the memory box so we can look back at it years from now and smile. It’s cute, but it’s more than that – for me, it’s great feedback that yes, the reading (and writing) class was the right one to sign her up for this time around! Fortunately, she’s decided she loves it, too.
What were your children’s favorite stories that they wrote or told?