Junior has to write an essay over the weekend. His first big-boy homework! The subject is “My First ____”. They had to brainstorm ideas for a topic, then they had to fill in a sheet that basically was a way of drafting the essay. He was actually pretty far along with it already, so I have no doubt this one is in the bag.
His essay is “My First Red Sox Game” which happened to occur a month or so ago. That’s right, my son, the nine year old, had never been to a game, mostly because it’s impossible to get tickets. These were the crappy seats you get for free (one game) when you join Red Sox Nation.
Anyhoo, he and I got to talking about First Person Narratives that you just don’t want to read. He and I started a list, and I will continue it for you.
My First Diaper Rash
The First Time I Ate Peas
My First Poo
The First Time I Watched Blue’s Clues
My First Big Boy Underwear
At least he didn’t come up with My First Beer.
Ya. Maybe for 12th grade…(I was 18 when I had mine. I still don’t “love” the taste of it.)
With your literary genes he’ll go far that boy. Has he started blogging yet?
Before you know it, it will be “my first girlfriend”.. Jerry
He kind of has a girl he’s liked for a couple of years, but I get the stink-eye when I refer to her as his girlfriend, which is the way I like it! And Anji – he really resists writing, and I don’t know why. Doesn’t get that from me!