My boys helped write today’s haiku during last night’s dinner. They are poets, and they didn’t even know it. G is so awesome Flowers are weird when they bloom Biz is a weirdo #humpdayhaiku Bonus points for a comment in the form of a haiku (5 – 7 – 5 syllables). 😉
Sometimes haiku just write themselves. “I can’t sleep,” he said. “And I am writing haiku.” Counting sheep it is. As always, bonus points if you leave a comment in the form of haiku (5-7-5 syllables)
“I don’t even like everyone in my class, why do I have to give them friendship cards?” This question came from Biz, my 7-year-old, who was very blunt with me about not wanting to hand out Valentine’s Day cards at school. On Friday, I referenced Valentine’s Day as being “icky and contrived.” My first feelings of… [Read More…]
Because how else does a 7-year-old sit on a couch?
This was an oops picture, but I kind of like it. It shows my 7-year-old and his buddy neck and neck racing towards the finish line at a recent indoor track meet. I believe his buddy beat him by a hair.