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disco fever

The Boy to me:  “Mom, I’m getting into something new.”

Me: “Yeah? What’s that?”

Boy: “Disco.”

 

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Honey, I Think We’re Raising a Capitalist….

Boo’s class is currently reading Andrew Clements‘ award-winning book Frindle, and since Boo is a somewhat of a reluctant reader, I’ve been pleased to hear him mention it on occasion. (Truth be told, more than a few of those occasions have been when it has gone missing). Still, by all accounts, the story seems to be resonating with him.

That’s no surprise, because as per the publisher’s description on Amazon.com, Frindle is about a fifth grader named Nick Allen who “really just likes to liven things up at school … and [who has] always had plenty of great ideas.”

Just like a certain fifth grade boy I happen to know pretty well.

When Nick learns some interesting information about how words are created, suddenly he’s got the inspiration for his best plan ever…the frindle. Who says a pen has to be called a pen? Why not call it a frindle? Things begin innocently enough as Nick gets his friends to use the new word. Then other people in town start saying frindle. Soon the school is in an uproar, and Nick has become a local hero. His teacher wants Nick to put an end to all this nonsense, but the funny thing is frindle doesn’t belong to Nick anymore. The new word is spreading across the country, and there’s nothing Nick can do to stop it.

Oh, yeah, I can absolutely see how this would appeal to Boo, who has made no secret that one of his life’s ambitions is “to be famous.”

I haven’t read Frindle, but someone other than Nick Allen profits from Nick’s invention of this newfangled word – and this is perfectly fine with my little Alex P. Keaton.

Hence, then, my boy’s homework. (Click to embiggen.)

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Boo’s Homework: My 4th Grade Litigator

You may recall that last week I shared with you a sample of Boo’s homework, in which he had to write a fictitious, persuasive letter to a business asking for a refund or reporting some defect in a product. 
For the purpose of granting his mother some additional blog fodder expanding his platform as a budding author, Boo has granted permission for me to share with you another one of his letters that was also part of this lesson. 
(I don’t normally do this, but I’ve also shared with Boo that I don’t agree with the 12/20 grade – I mean, what the fuck is that, a fucking D? – that he got on this assignment. Yeah, there’s some typos and formatting issues, but you know what? I’ve seen worse in the business world from people who are much older than 10. I’m just sayin’.) 
I’ve included the copy below the photo (which you can click to embiggen) because it’s hard to read with his teacher’s chicken scratch throughout.  And, most importantly, so a real lawyer doesn’t come after my ass, Boo emphasizes that all names and addresses are completely fictitious, a product of his own imagination, and not made to resemble any real persons, living or dead, or maimed by ball pits in any way, shape or form. 

Dear Mr. Timmy Rodriguez,

I remember last week on Thursday, November 13, 2008 when I brought my two kids, Wendy Wagner and Charles Wagner, a ball pit.

Well, yesterday my kids were playing in the ball pit like lions and Charlie tried diving in the ball pit but broke his right leg. He is in the Marshall hispitol with my wife Jane. Please grant me my money back and pay for Charles’ hospital bill.  [My note: This is circled from the teacher with a note saying: “You can’t ask for this, Boo.” Um … really? I’m no lawyer, but isn’t that what they call a pre-trial settlement?]


Thanks! Meet me on Nov. 27 to discuss the date you’ll pay me and The Wagner Family $2201.35.

Aren’t you dying to know what the P.S. would have been? I know I am.

And doesn’t $2201.35 for a hospital visit for a broken leg sound like quite the bargain?

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Boo’s Homework: The Customer (especially one who is 10 years old) Is Always Right

Boo’s 4th grade class is currently learning the nuances of persuasive writing along with the proper format of composing a letter to a business.

Hence, Boo’s recent homework assignment, which was to write a hypothetical letter to a business about a defective product and asking for a refund.  (Click to embiggen.)

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Taskmaster of the Minions

“You’re treating me like a minion!”
said a very angry Boo, upon my telling him that he didn’t finish all of his homework tonight. 

[min-yuhn]

–noun
1. a servile follower or subordinate of a person in power.
2. a favored or highly regarded person.
3. a minor official.
4. Printing . a 7-point type.

–adjective
5. dainty; elegant; trim; pretty.

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Going Gaga for Greyson Chance

“Am I supposed to know who Greyson Chance is?”

This was my Facebook status one Friday evening in August, typed on my Blackberry as I stood in a throng of ladies once, twice, even three times Greyson Chance’s tender age of 12. (He has since left the tweens for the teens.)

I had a pretty good spot for what turned out to be a little concert by Greyson himself, appearing live at BlogHer ’10 in New York City.

Judging from the hysteria of the paparazzi-like women around me, I was clearly the only person who needed a lifeline from her Facebook peeps to find out who I was watching on stage … and why grown women were screaming for this kid as if he was a Beatle. (I’d never heard of the previous night’s entertainer either, which was Gavin DeGraw.) And even worse than not knowing Greyson or Gavin? Greyson’s performance of Lady Gaga’s “Paparazzi” would be the very first time I would hear that song … and, for that matter, my first Lady Gaga song. 

(You people who wonder how I am able to read and blog so much? This is the trade-off, being the biggest loser about America’s greatest talents right in my midst.)

I could only stay for a few songs, as a night at Top of the Rock called, but I came away suitably impressed – not to mention a a little squeamish when Greyson remarked (in this photo here) that he was thrilled to be at BlogHer with more than 2,500 women.
Dude. You’re freakin’ twelve, for goodness sakes. (Know any Simon and Garfunkel tunes? I’ll start one off for ya … and here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know, wo wo wo)

Still, I came away thinking that the kid really does have talent – and I enjoyed listening to him. He seems like a nice, regular, down-to-Earth kid who hasn’t let the attention of a zillion YouTube hits (OK, only 28 million) go to his head. Yet.  Plus, I am impressed that he counts Elton John and John Lennon among his musical influences – as opposed to, say, Justin Bieber or Miley Cyrus.

So, fast forward three months later and I’m in the car with my own kids (a mere four years younger than Greyson) and “Waiting Outside the Lines” comes on Radio Disney.

“Oh, wow, that’s Greyson Chance!” I exclaimed to Betty and Boo. “Remember when I went to New York, in the summer? I saw him perform.”

“You went to his concert?” Boo said.

“Well, sort of, yeah ….”

“You met him?”

“No, I didn’t meet him, but I was really close to him at the concert.”

(Boo had a hard time comprehending this; from the rear mirror, I could see the literal wheels turning in his Aspergerian mind.)

“But you were in New York with him?”

“I was.”

“And you like him?”

“I do. I like this new song of his a lot. I think he’s pretty talented.”

“Ooooooohhhhhhhh! Mommy’s in love with a 12 year old!” hollered Boo, now dancing a jig in our garage and well within earshot of our policeman neighbor’s house who, had he been outside, might have found this of interest.

“I am not,” I stated firmly, “in love with any twelve year olds.”

“But you just said you liiiiiii-iiiiiiike Greyson Chance!”

“I like his music. You can like someone without being in love with them … and besides, the only boy I’m in love with is you. And Daddy.”

“Of course, Daddy,” Betty chimed in.

“Well, I’m telling Daddy you went to New York with Greyson Chance.”

As it turns out, Daddy had no idea who Boo was talking about either. 

Which is one of the reasons why, after 20 years, I’m still gaga about him.

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Shades of Things to Come

Pucker up, dollface. 
A fish at the National Aquarium in Baltimore
September 19, 2010

I promise you, I’m not going to be turning this blog into an “adorable and witty things my kids say” journal, but, well … they have been coming up with some gems lately. 

And there is the small matter that the blog is called The Betty and Boo Chronicles, with a mission statement of keeping the grandparents living at a distance happy and content with all the updates their hearts can hold.

Hence, this post.

“School was terrible!” exclaimed Boo, pronouncing it “tear-able,” with a slight grin on his face.

“What was so terrible about it?” I asked.

“At recess?  I had ten girls chasing me!  TEN GIRLS!  Why are they chasing me?  What, do they like me or something?  I need advice.”

“That’s your father’s department,” I said.

“I mean, they HAVE COOTIES!”

How quaint that girls (and boys, I presume) still have cooties in this day and age, I thought. 

“It’s quite possible that they like you,” I said.  “This probably comes as a surprise, but in the third grade, I used to chase boys around the playground too.”

“Who? Daddy?”

“I didn’t know Daddy then.  We liked to chase Bill Calhoun.”  

“Did you like him?”

“Well, yeah.”  (Now you know, Bill Calhoun.  After 33 years, my secret crush is revealed … but you would have had to have been clueless not to have any doubt.)  

“Did he wear sunglasses?”

“Huh?  I don’t remember, bud.  Maybe.”

“Because the girls say that my sunglasses make me look cute.  I don’t want to look cute!  I want to look cool.”

Ah.  The shades.  Well, there you go.  Girls can’t resist a guy in sunglasses.  And Boo, who doesn’t like wearing his regular glasses out in the sun because of the sun glare, has taken to bringing his sunglasses to school and wearing them … you guessed it, at recess.  Where his charms are apparently too much for the likes of Jewel and Hannah to resist. 

Since The Husband was working late last night, we called him to get his advice on the girl chasing.  Apparently, what he and I collectively had to offer wasn’t good enough.  Tonight, Grandpop will be getting a phone call.  I suspect that the uncles (you know who you are) are next. 

This is new territory for us.  But I guess I better get used to it.  Because, as they say, the future’s so bright …

(C’mon, you knew this was coming …)

He’s gotta wear shades. 

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