Archive for May, 2012

Mother’s Day Card

This is what your required made-at-school Mother’s Day card looks like if you’re a high energy kindergartener, youngest of four, and your mama is on her very last nerve:

My Mom and Me

We (fill in the blank):  like to walk together.

She is as pretty as:  lightning.

Her favorite food is:  veggie pizza.

In the good old days when mom was little she used to:  be weird.

I think my mom looks funny when she:  reads.

My mom’s secret talent is that she can:  yell.

 

Kindergarten Brony

Kate is not ecstatic about Mark playing with her My Little Ponies.

Rainbow Dash in one hand, Pinky Pie in the other, Mark makes them fly, swooping around, bumping noses until…

Mark (making Pinky Pie sniff dramatically):  “Rainbow Dash, did you fart?”

Golly, I can’t imagine why she prefers to keep them hidden in her room.

Word Problems

So Mark’s homework last night was a set of three word problems with instructions for the parent to make up a few more for practice.

All right, I think.  I can do this.  AND make it relevant to Mark’s interests.  So…

Me:  “Okay, Mark.  Say the Hulk, Captain America, and Iron Man are each fighting three bad guys.  How much bad guys are they fighting all together?”

Mark:  “I will need to draw a picture.  That’s one of our strategies for solving word problems.”

Me:  “Okay.”

Fifteen minutes later he’s got an elaborate picture with the Hulk fighting Juggernaut, an evil robot, and Magneto; Captain America’s taking on Venom, Sandman, and another evil robot; and Iron Man’s got some big muscled guy with two guns, Doc Ock, and the Joker.

Mark:  “Ka-pow!  Boom!”

Me:  “How many bad guys all together?”

Mark:  “Nine.  And they’re GOING DOWN.”

Way, way too relevant to his interests…

Sunday School again

So we’re dropping Mark off at Sunday School.  The other kids are already working on puzzles.

Mark:  “This will be easy for me.  They don’t call me the PuzzleMaster for nothing, you know.”

Me:  “Who calls you the PuzzleMaster?”

Mark:  “I call MYSELF the PuzzleMaster.”

Well, I guess Lex Luthor was a little boy once…

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