WARNING: this post contains more than 1,000 times the recommended daily intake of parental boasting, reading it could severely affect your opinion of the author.
We've spent a fair bit of time at the kids schools this week.
Zac's class were presenting the item at assembly. Zac's contribution was small, but utterly brilliant. Really, he's a genius. He said "I wrote about a tiger". But it was the way he said it.
He also got a Blue Award at the assembly. That's kind of a big deal at his school. They have a loyalty rewards scheme for achievement. Do something good, get a red award. Get three red awards, you get a blue award. Get three blue awards, you get a medal. Naff, perhaps, but it works.
Anyway, during the assembly they hold the Blue Award ceremony in which the school principal, Mr C (yes, very much like Mr G) posed for a money shot shaking hands with Zac. I took the photo, of course. But the highlight was watching Zac friend D from Grade 2 get his learning medal. He punched his arms in the air, made the heavy metal rock symbol with his hands and then shouted "You rock! No, you rock!" to each of his friends in the audience. No wonder rock stars send their kids to that school. (Oh, yes they do).
Nell's school is rather different, but Nell shines no less brightly. Today she loaded me up with the seven thousand pieces of wonderful craft she created during the week, then proceeded to list every item of clothing she was wearing. In French. Then she gave me a drawing she had done of me, including the caption with my name on it. I asked her who wrote the name, she replied "I did". Yes, but who spelled it for you? "I sounded it out myself". She's three. Most adults can't spell my name correctly.
Next week she'll start work on her novel.
I have done nothing anywhere near as brilliant as my kids all week. Today I entered a year's worth of train tickets and stationery receipts into our spreadsheet so I can do the GST reconcilliation on Tuesday. Man, I want to go back to primary school.
Ha! Our rock stars include members of WolfMother and Regurgitator. Who appear to be very much like regular parents. Only much, much cooler. Naturally.
Posted by: elissa | June 30, 2008 at 09:25 AM
Delightful! (and wh0 ar3 the r0ck starz?)
Posted by: jano | June 29, 2008 at 03:04 PM
Case proven. Within 1 minute from different parts of the world, Pam and I posted!
Posted by: helen Sharwood | June 27, 2008 at 11:51 PM
......of course, grandmothers have known how brilliant your children are from the time of birth.....parents are such s-l-ow learners.
Posted by: helen Sharwood | June 27, 2008 at 11:49 PM
Well this is a case where too much parental boasting (from a grandmother's point of view) is barely enough!
Posted by: Pamela | June 27, 2008 at 11:48 PM