"What if you could do one thing to make your school even better? What would you do?"
So he wrote (I left his spelling the way it was on the paper):
"I would make a law tha Everyone will be nice to each other. It would help owr school a lot. It is my Dream. And people will shar."
His teacher wrote a smiley face and said, "I like your dream." I was patting myself on the back, having a big Prideful Mommy moment that I'm raising such a conscientious kid and a good little writer. Then I saw what he and his big brother had written on my white board downstairs:
If you can't read it, I'll tell you what it says...
"Look! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's an egg salad sandwich! NO! It's The Crimson Crud! And his sidekick Patrick the Pee Brain. "Then there's a picture of "The Toxic Flusher," complete with a toilet plunger in his hand.
Wow, the pride that is bubbling out of me at this very moment. It kinda (sniff) gets you right there, doesn't it?
On an even more prideful note, my man is DA MAN! Before leaving to put in about nine hours at the mall on a busy Saturday (while I was out getting my brows waxed like the girly girl that I am), he FIXED my garage door opener. Not just a little bit fixed, mind you, but all the way, truly, and wholly, every single part works, fixed! He rocks.
I love me some Fix-It man. And he can write too.