And John just shows up for the good snacks.
Britton is still loving school. And still not wanting to actually expend any energy on school work at home. But she really enjoyed poetry writing the other day. She loved her poem so much she felt that it needed illustrated.
I can't decide if I am impressed or saddened by the accuracy of her poem. My birthday was last week, and she made me a little book with sad people in it, and me yelling. She just seems to be focused on the negative lately. Or maybe I yell too much.
It says:
On red days I am
mad like a dragon
on a sad flight
on a rainy day.
3 comments:
Lovely poem. I can relate. I think my kids used to care about my yelling...but Tony is way louder and scarier. My yelling is more a cry for help and they know it. :)
Maybe Britton is just a little early with the teenage angst.
Once when I was concerned I yelled too much, I read mother's day poems from my two oldest. Neither one mentioned that...they just thought I was the best. And I thought...mwahahaha...I've fooled 'em.
You don't yell too much. I promise you. That award would go to me! You are a great mother!
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