A Manifesto, written for Veteran's Day in November and brought home from school today:
May the land of America be blessed and to all of the fighters in the U.S.A. They deserve to have a break. The fighters are men and women that fight to protect me and you. They play this song at games. It is sung like this Oh, say can you see by the dawn's and all the rest.
Oh these are the blessings of motherhood. Love you dear friend.ReplyDelete
Did I tell you I love the banner picture.
I had to smile when I read this. I am also a really good speller, but alas, my dear boy is not. Not even close. For reasons possibly related to his ASD or for reasons unknown, the boy just can't spell. And since he's already in 3rd grade and approaching the world of essays and written test responses, well, I'm just a wee bit worried. But hey-- like your little guy, he's got good ideas!ReplyDelete
I laughed out loud.ReplyDelete
That's a huggable moment. After the eye rolling of course.
Well, there is spell check for this generation. And some of them will need it more than others.ReplyDelete
What a gift. Don't you love it when they bring their work home? It's beyond price.ReplyDelete
I'm also a great speller, as is David, but Katie was ALWAYS a phonetic speller. Always. I love looking at her writings. I have a box of the kids' papers from grade school, and treasure it.
Love this! That how my blogs would look if I didn't spell check. Love phoenetic spelling, it's so CREATIVE!ReplyDelete
I love his summing up "by the dawn's and all the rest."ReplyDelete
My son can't spell either, but he's a junior in college so I guess it's not a huge barrier :)
You know, I think that's about as much of the national anthem as most Umerkans know. And all the reest...ReplyDelete
and all the reest ...... love love love itReplyDelete
It's OK, he'll have spell-check.ReplyDelete
And there's nothing better than imagination and a good heart--both of which you passed along.
Loved this post.
I know how you feel.ReplyDelete
I have always been really good at wiping my own ass, and washing my hair...
not so much
tell Oliver that Missus Felpz luvs him so mach end i dont kar if he iz a bad splr. i stl thincz he iz udrbl.
So?"Consequences, schmonsequences, as long as I'm rich" Spelling, misspelling, as long as you can read...You know I cannot find fault with him. I know, I will go quietly now. ( I love "and all the rest")ReplyDelete
Ha! Why is it the misspelled words carry more passion somehow?ReplyDelete
Congratulations on your top post!ReplyDelete
And it was kind of neat that I remember reading it, made me feel like an oldish new friend, in an I'm not old even though tomorrow is my 47th!! birthday kind of way.
And that wasn't a slip to get salutations.
It's all about you here:)
A+ for originality!ReplyDelete
Oh hahaha! I love that! Kids are so inspiring and original.ReplyDelete
Oh Elizabeth I didn't even want to mention it to you and Karen my dear friends as I know that you would both be heartbroken with me too.ReplyDelete
Only love, yes only love and fast action memories.
Love Renee xoox