But first, the not cute.
Jesus Christ, I think I liked photos of me taken with my old, less crystal clear camera more.
And this is the cute:
Last fall sometime (September? October?) there was a book fair at Jack’s school. The one thing he wanted to buy was a Build a Book Kit.
We thought it was a little weird because he doesn’t consistently like to draw, or at least he didn’t until recently. We offered all kinds of other options to see if he wanted something else, but he insisted he wanted the Build a Book Kit. And he insisted that the book be about a cat.
We bought it for him and then never found a time to work on it with him. I would remember about it at inopportune times and then forget about it when it was a good time to work on it. And if you’ve ever read Stimeyland, you might be aware that Jack is the kind of kid that (a) has to be in the mood to work on something, and (b) will never just pipe up and say, “Hey, I want to work on that Build a Book Kit you bought me four months ago.” Sam would. Jack would not.
So when I asked Jack if he wanted to work on it, and he said yes, I was really happy. Partly to work on an activity with Jack, but mostly just to get the goddamn thing done so it wasn’t hanging over my head anymore.
When Jack is interested in something, he will work on it diligently and steadfastly until it is done. He was interested in this.
He made up the whole story by himself. I helped him spell some of the words, but he came up with the story and the pictures and design all by himself. I’m pretty proud of him. And really: the cute, the cute, oh my God, the cute.
I now present My Cat, written by 100 and illustrated by 1 [with commentary by Stimey]
“100” and “1” are both Jack.
On to Chapter 1.
“There is only one chapter,” said Jack. And it goes like this:
123 the cat was hiding
under my bed”
gose [goes] out the door!”
I think the next page might be my favorite because of the drawing. Again, Jack laughed when he drew it.
Then Jack finally made use of the piles of foam pieces and glue and googly eyes that were provided with the kit. He made this picture, then pointed at the dog and said, “It looks like her!” (Or maybe “him.” His pronouns aren’t the best.)
I don’t know, don’t ask me.
I just hope our real dog isn’t armed.
The last page is a little confusing. Jack did finish using the entire bag of googly eyes because, you know, googly eyes are cool. I think he might have said that he (the tall figure) and the dog (that’s his/her leg to the right there) were playing a target game.
Every book needs an author photo, so…
Remember a couple days ago when I said that you and your support solidify me? This turns me back into goo. But the good kind of goo.
The quote that made up the title for my last post came from the Simpsons episode when Lisa gets high from drinking Duff Gardens river water.