Jack brought an assignment home from Kindergarten having to do with how he got his name.
I suggested the name because it's strong and solid, with a little bit of mischief sprinkled in, and there just aren't enough strong, solid types in this country today.
He had to respond to the following prompt: I think my name is...
And here is his response: Golden like a crown, or a school bus, cheese, or the sun. It feels so yellow!
I know talking about your kids is bad form, and usually deathly boring to those without close blood ties, but I can't help it with this kid.
He's poetry.
I suggested the name because it's strong and solid, with a little bit of mischief sprinkled in, and there just aren't enough strong, solid types in this country today.
He had to respond to the following prompt: I think my name is...
And here is his response: Golden like a crown, or a school bus, cheese, or the sun. It feels so yellow!
I know talking about your kids is bad form, and usually deathly boring to those without close blood ties, but I can't help it with this kid.
He's poetry.
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