I just love this guy.
Jack’s the kind of kid that looks sweet and unassuming on the outside but who quietly observes and takes mental notes on the inside. Just when you’re least expecting it he’ll regurgitate these tidbits in the form dry and wry humor. He’s always been this way. I remember how his kindergarten teacher commented on how he “got” funny little nuances that all the other kids missed. He has a healthy appreciation for humor. This has immensely helped him make friends since sending him back to public school this year. I’ve heard from other moms how their kids think “Jack is really funny!”
At school the 5th graders are focusing on writing in preparation for some state writing assessment. Jack’s brought home several practice essays in the past couple of weeks. For posterity purposed I wanted to post his first essay. A hint of his sense of humor comes out in this. Word for word here it is:
Crushing Flys
Hi, my name is Jack. For this D.W.A. practice you have to write an experience you had with an insect. I do not have many stories. I’m usually not around insects. But I’ve figured it out.
It all started when my Dad told my sister and I to go play the piano. So we went into the piano room and waited. My sister got on the piano.
All of a sudden, I heard a buzz. “Buzz, buzz, buzz!”
I leaned over to the windowsill and saw a fly. It was one of those fatties that could not fly because of their weight. I don’t have a passion for an insect like this. I used to, but not any more. I wanted to test his dodgeing skills.
I looked around for something and found a file. Down it went towards the fly. Then, ZOOM, the fly jumped away. ZAZAM, SWISH! The fly kept getting away.
OK, now his dodging skills are complete. Time for smart and clever tests. I headed the file towards his back, but then, aimed it to where he’d run. With a CRASH I destroyed him. He wasn’t clever.
That was what I wrote about. Crushing flys. Just an ordinary fly story. I’m glad I met him, because if not, I wouldn’t have anything to write about. Oh, I crushed him right before I played that piano.
The End
Have a great weekend!
What a great essay! I love how he used all those great sound effect words. He’s the master of the onomatopoeia.
That is a funny report. He is a really great writer! I hope he is making friends and having fun at school. I like your new Friday theme — very clever!
What a crazy kid.
That essay is hilariouss. 😀
What a classic! I love this kid too, and I totally agree to the fact that he gets the nuances. I hadn’t been able to put a finger on it until you worded it that way, but I have seen that a lot in piano lessons! Good for you for practicing the piano Jack!!
Hey, that was a great essay Jack! what I want to know is….that picture at the top of your blog…is that like in your neck of the woods? if so, I just may have to come and visit! I LOVE LOVE LOVE the fall leaves, but we just don’t get them like that in AZ…sniff…sniff….
Future funny blogger.
Just like his mother! This is exactly how I’d describe you, Wendy. Quiet and unassuming, but an estute observer of human nature, surroundings, and situations, and definitely full of dry wit and humor! I guess Jack is just a chip off the old block so to say!