My mom, you may remember, asked me recently to change my blog header to include a picture of Jack. When she saw the new header she wrote this to me:
Soooooooooo you got back at me!! Two of Jack now, and a dumb one of ME!! You're a PILL!!
During family worship time tonight we got a little off-topic (imagine that!) and there was a discussion about friend problems at school. Joel told about a problem he had with a certain someone. And then...
I didn't see the word come out of my face and I said shut up!
Where the Red Fern Grows is turning out to be, for us, a lot different than I expected. It is becoming a joke to my boys. First of all, the amount of times Billy cries is astounding and it gets a real rise out of them. I have even started skipping the sentences that talk about him wiping his eyes or choking back tears just so I don't have to hear the disdain. But there are some parts that are just downright laughable. Even the kids recognize the unimaginative, one-dimensional writing. They don't have much respect for Billy, who just does not seem too bright. I never noticed any of these details when I read this with my sixth graders. Anyway, tonight we had a rough time as a family (arguing, fussing, not working together, frustration, hard homework assignments, etc.), and it was amazing how therapeutic (or therapetic as Barney Fife would say) our book was! The kids and I laughed and laughed, and all the problems from the two hours before just melted away. It seemed that tonight's reading had more than it`s fair share of oddities. A couple of them...
He snorted like Daisy, our milk cow, when she had seen a booger. (booger has to mean something different than how we use the word, but I sure can't find out what!)
He handed him a piece of the cheese. I heard it rattle in his throat as he gulped it down. (hmmm...the cheese rattled?)
And that is all, for now.