Andy and I just read a book called Greedy Apostrophe. (My idea, as you might have guessed.)
Andy: I don’t like the ending. It’s too cheesy.
Me: I liked the ending.
Andy: Sarah, you must be–uh, how can I say this so you won’t be offended?–a ding-dong. Because only a ding-dong would like that ending. And I ain’t a ding-dong. Obviously.
Andy [Tuesday]: My only goals in life are to be a billionaire and to be an author.
Andy [Wednesday]: My lifelong dream is to be a main character.
Andy is working on a series of comic books. He was taking a break from the second book this morning to watch Scooby Doo. I interrupted his break to ask him to feed the dog.
“I hate it when authors have double jobs! I’m an author, and I still have to feed the stinkin’ dog. I think it’s unacceptable for authors to have other jobs.”
Andy has started a dream journal. Yesterday he drew a picture in it of the previous night’s dream.
This morning he got out of bed and paused to look at the dream journal before going to the bathroom. “I don’t think I had any dreams last night that are suitable for publication,” he said. “I dreamt repeats last night. Sometimes my brain is lazy and I dream repeats.”
Andy was eating a morning snack as we walked to the car this morning to take him to school. I decided to quiz him one last time on his spelling words.
Me: Lion.
Andy: …
Me: Lion.
Andy: …
Me: Andy. Lion.
Andy: What?
Me: How do you spell lion?
Andy: Oh, sorry. I was lost in this pickle.
We weren’t reading or talking about anything at all related prior to the following conversation:
Andy: I hate colons, but I love semicolons.
Me [not sure I heard correctly]: You hate colons, but you love semicolons?
Andy: Well, I just like to say “semicolon.”
I was in the backyard with the dog yesterday while Andy was in the front yard doing god knows what. After a while he appeared with a piece of construction paper and a Sharpie. He wanted to know: “How do you spell ‘get sprayed in the face’?”
I don’t know what I was thinking, but I actually spelled it for him, while he wrote. Then I thought to ask: “Why do you want to write that?”
Andy: I’m starting a business.
Me [suddenly remembering he had been messing around with the hose earlier]: You may not spray people in the face.
Andy: But it’s my business.
Me: No. People do not want to get sprayed in the face.
Andy: Fine. I’ll change face to mouth.
Me: No.
Andy: I know! [He turned the paper over to start again.] How do you spell “Get a beverage from the hose?”
He wrote the price without my help: $2.00.
Andy had a spelling test today, 2/5/2010, and with a lot of practice, Andy got 5 right. This is the first time he actually studied and applied himself to do good. We are very proud of him
1:Frère – Brother
2:Mère – Mother
3:Très – Very
4:Lève – Up/to raise
5: -
6: -
7:Mème - Same
8: -
On the last day of school before break, Andy’s class had an “Authors’ Cafe” where the kids presented the books they’ve been working on all year. Andy’s was Mon Halloween.
No special story here.
“Cardboard box” has been inducted into the National Toy Hall of Fame.
What goes up…
must come…
…down.
Cookies for Santa (and Super-Dog, who sneaked into the kitchen on Christmas morning), produce for the reindeer.
Andy did get to sample a few of his creations before the dog got to them.
Andy got a Spongebob Chia Pet for Christmas. It truly was the best day ever.
Long johns from Santa, Magic Eight Ball from Grandma Cheryl.
Andy told me a couple days ago that he was disappointed that he didn’t get any weird science things for Christmas. I reminded him of this gift, a pop can robot making kit. “Yeah,” he said, “but that was Green Science [the name of the company that made it]. I wanted polluting science.”
“A B C D … [the rest of the alphabet song, in mixed English and French] … Now I know my evil alphabet. Next time you will be enslaved.”