Pretty much every Monday morning, while Quinn is in preschool, I volunteer in Jack’s kindergarten class. I love doing it. The kids are hilarious, his teacher is grateful, and Jack loves having me there.
I’m there during his reading group when the kids are broken into four small groups and rotate through their three activity centers and their teacher-led reading group. I helped the kids at Table 1 today. I’m assuming that Table 1 was a first step in creating a mother’s day card because the kids were supposed to write a complete sentence about, “My mommy is good at…” and then draw a corresponding picture.
My first group wrote nice things like, “My mommy makes me sandwiches,” and “My mommy cooks really good food,” and “My mommy loves me.” One kid wrote, “My mommy makes good food like IHOP,” and drew a picture of his whole family sitting around his kitchen table.
When Jack got to Table 1, he drew a picture of me with my iPhone.
I’ll let that sink in for a minute before I tell you that then he added my laptop to the picture and drew a stick-Jack peeking over the back of the computer. His sentence? “My mom is good at playing Trace* & is good at typing.”
Except he spelled “typing” like “typeing” and left a big space between the “ty” and the “peing” so I at first I thought it said “& is good at peeing.”
And I totally am good at peeing, but I don’t really need it on a mother’s day card.
So, anyway, I spent the rest of the time I was there thinking of all the other things he could have written down: “My mom spends too much time on the computer.” “My mom neglects me all the time.” And after he used the magnetic letters at Table 2 to spell “Bolt” instead of the vocabulary words they were supposed to be creating, I added, “My mom is really good at turning on the TV.”
It’s like a mother’s day card and a stab in the heart all rolled into one.
* This is an iPhone game that Jack is completely obsessed with.