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and we don’t blame you for that fiasco in france in ’98
maura @ 9:12 pm
Yesterday Gus came home from school with a Mother’s Day card he’d made for me. It’s really pretty: on the front he drew a picture of a flower with pastels, then he watercolored over and around it. On the inside he wrote the following (case sensitivity preserved here):
MOM
GRESE
SiNOMiN
BACiN
FLAWR
Let me translate for you as Gus did for me: “Mommy, this is what you feel like (greasy), this is what you smell like (cinnamon), this is what you taste like (bacon), and this is what you look like (flower).”
His teacher has told us that Gus is a fearless writer, that he dives right in and writes it down without asking or worrying about spelling. Which is exactly how I want him to feel about learning: dude, just jump in, you can fix any mistakes later.
I can’t possibly explain how funny and wonderful and amazing and incredible my kid is, but I think I’ve come close.
To all the mamas out there, happy mother’s day! I hope someone tells you that you smell like cinnamon, too.
3 comments on “and we don’t blame you for that fiasco in france in ’98”
I take it you are not a halal/kosher family. :)
Har! Nope, if there’s one thing that picky eating kid has ALWAYS liked, it’s bacon. He could eat his weight in it (only about 38 lbs, but still!).
Mmm, bacon!!!
Happy Mother’s Day!