You've met my son, Miles, no? Miles is six and has just recently finished Kindergarten. This makes us laugh because if you know Miles, you know that he is no ordinary Kindergartner. It helps that he is one of the oldest children in his class because his birthday falls a mere 24 days after the cutoff. But in general, he's just a really cerebral child.
On the last day of school, Miles brought home his Kindergarten writing journal. These are always entertaining. So, I paged through it. I'm so glad I did. So often, when the kids come home, I just toss everything right in the trash. I have a loathing for random papers hanging around my house. At any rate, I flipped to the front of the book and was entertained by some of the year's first drawings.
The next entry that had me laughing was this one:
In case you didn't know that Christmas is really about Christ. For the record, we do NOT own an ornament like the one Miles drew. But now I need to get one, apparently.
Then we came to this entry.
Mine too, buddy. At this point, I'm getting a little concerned that his teacher might think we're religious zealots. Don't get me wrong, we love the Savior and going to church, but we aren't coercing these entries.
I'm not sure if you can read this one completely, so here it is: "My baby sister, Libby, is the cutest person in the world. She would win first place in a cute contest! Would yours?"
Doesn't that just melt your heart?
The next entry deserves a preface. At my husband's employer they have a video game and movie lending library. You can bring home games or movies for a couple of days and if the kids have been particularly good, Matt will reward them with a video game.
We love that he ranked his favorite games at the bottom. Apparently Indiana Jones is a no-go.
Finally, this was the very last entry in the journal. And the one that sealed our fates as the parents of "that strange religious wacko kid."
The tears. Running down my face. Oh mercy!
Oh Miles! We love you so much and are so proud of you!