Today’s blog post is brought to you by: what happens when you make my five year old practice his letters.
Penmanship is boring.
But every once in a while, I’ll try to get my five year old to practice his letters.
It always begins normally.
Then the tedium sets in.
By the time my son hits the end of the alphabet, all bets are off on attempted penmanship.
Imagination takes over.
I shall submit exhibit A for clarification.
Last week, as I looked at my son’s reproduction of the end of the alphabet, I saw this:
“Why does the “v” look so funny?” I asked.
“V has a backpack to take on the plane. See, it’s right there.” (he points to the non-letter shape on the edge).
“Why are there random “o’s” in there?”
“That one (he points to the small one) is a rock. And that one (he points to the large “o”) is a boulder.”
“What happened to the “x”?”
“X jumped off a boulder and landed on his head.” (insert uncontrollable mommy giggles)
“And this?” (I pointed to “y”.)
“Y is doing a somersault.”
“Z is stuck in a cave. The big one is telling the little ones how to get out.”
Penmanship has never made me giggle before.
Five year olds are da bomb.