Computer Wrcer.

I got this from my son on Mother's Day. The one in kindergarten. The one who likes to clean my shower (for his allowance and more sancks).  He's pretty adorkable and I love him a lot. Despite this display of his skills, he's actually changed so much since the beginning of the school year.  Seriously.

 

But I think I need to ask the teacher to step it up just a bit in the spelling department. 

 

Let me translate for you:

 

My name - it's not "Don."   Don makes me think of Don Knots and that kind of creeps me out a little bit.

 

My age? It's SO off. Like by 10 years. Fine. He's right, but FFS kid, thanks for sharing. 

 

Oh - re: this age thing, and any number in general? The kid is obsessed with numbers. He memorizes everyone's age, school bus numbers, room numbers, numbers of teeth lost (his and friend's), goals in soccer or hockey. He's always reminding me what the clock says and what time he can get up or has to go to bed. How many days of school they've had and how many are left.  If he's Rainman smart with numbers, I'll be psyched. Numbers jobs are where it's at, people. Accounting, math, engineering. He'll always have a job. 

 

Which brings me to being a "Computer Wrcer." I've had the pleasure of bringing him to work when he's sick and we have zero kid coverage, and I sit here at my desk typing away. Or adding up numbers with lightening speed on that 10-Key! Accountants RULE! What? We're awesome.

 

Anyway - so he's seen me at work, and whenever we're at home and I know the boys are zoned out with Noggin or G.I.Joe, I try to do picture projects on the laptop. I tell them I'm working. Shut up, you lie to your kids, too.

 

Moving on.

 

"Good driver."  I literally laughed out loud at his take on my driving. So did Mr. Kiss. He then asked our kid if he was blind. 

 

My favorite food is not pizza, but we get it every Friday night. I'm sort of sad he doesn't remember that I rarely eat it with them - and instead munch rabbit food, but hell - if the kid has memories of Friday Night Pizza and his Momma is sitting there with them, that's OK by me.  Favorite food is grapes, by the way. #wine

 

He loves me because...I bring him to Sookr. No - this is not another True Blood novel. Not Sookie. He's referring to "soccer" which recently started up again. My kid doesn't love me for all the piggy back rides I give him? Or the pictures I color with him? Or the books we read together? Or for doing his LAUNDRY? Nope. Bringing him to sookr.  I guess he aims low.

 

At least he got the picture right: pink chubby cheeks, red lips, blue eyes and stringy hair.

If I took a self portrait right now, you'd see he got it just right. And he loves me anyway.