A couple of months ago Jake, who is in the fourth grade, took a field trip to a Cedar Rapids Symphony Orchestra Youth Concert. He was very excited about it, as he has always had a love for music. Any kind of music. Heavy Metal being his favorite ... oh dear Lord help me ... but classical music is something he listens to every night while drifting off to sleep and this field trip was eagerly anticipated.
Fast forward a couple of days and the following sheet comes home in his backpack. No need to read the unimportant stuff. Go right to #4. You might have to click on the photo to enlarge it.
Go ahead. I'll wait.
Oh yea! Oh yea! Who's your mama? Who's your mama? Finally some acknowledgment for all my yelling, screaming, grounding, fit throwing, badgering ways. FINALLY!
And I didn't think he noticed.
A mother is to just assume he was ignoring me and I was getting nowhere with him. Guess not! Shows you how much I know.
Now we just need to work on his handwriting.
