Monday, February 06, 2006
Eat Your Heart Out, Billy Shakespeare!
My daughter came home from school today yelling "I'm a Young Author! I'm a Young Author!"
She pulled out of her backpack a notice that she had been selected as an "Author of Merit" within the school district and there is to be an evening program complete with an autograph session by author Marsha Diane Arnold, awards presentation and a reception. Wow! I didn't even know she was in the running! I'm not too sure she did either, because when I asked her what story she got the award for, she had no idea. I'm guessing her teacher just submitted one of the many journals they are required to write and illustrate. All of the winner's pieces will be published in a Young Author's book. Sooo...my five year old is getting published. Her late grandmother would be quite proud.
Ohhhh...am I bragging? Sorry...I guess I can offset the bragging by mentioning that she lost cartoons for a whole week after lying to me, dead in the eye, about cutting her own fingernails. I didn't care that she cut them, but when asked, just decided that a bald-faced lie was the way to go. Awesome. But I'm still soooooo proud of her....stubby bleeding nails and all!
My daughter came home from school today yelling "I'm a Young Author! I'm a Young Author!"
She pulled out of her backpack a notice that she had been selected as an "Author of Merit" within the school district and there is to be an evening program complete with an autograph session by author Marsha Diane Arnold, awards presentation and a reception. Wow! I didn't even know she was in the running! I'm not too sure she did either, because when I asked her what story she got the award for, she had no idea. I'm guessing her teacher just submitted one of the many journals they are required to write and illustrate. All of the winner's pieces will be published in a Young Author's book. Sooo...my five year old is getting published. Her late grandmother would be quite proud.
Ohhhh...am I bragging? Sorry...I guess I can offset the bragging by mentioning that she lost cartoons for a whole week after lying to me, dead in the eye, about cutting her own fingernails. I didn't care that she cut them, but when asked, just decided that a bald-faced lie was the way to go. Awesome. But I'm still soooooo proud of her....stubby bleeding nails and all!
Comments:
She's already following in great family footsteps. A big pat on the back to her! (But I can't get over the fact that she's already old enough to be writing - yikes! She was just a baby yesterday.)
I love the irony of her getting kudos for making up a story in one situation and getting cartoons taken away in another! What's a kid to do?? :-) hee hee
(yes, I DO know the difference)
(yes, I DO know the difference)
Cagey, it's funny you say that because the next morning, she sat down and said (I'm not making this up) "OK...now tell me again what the difference is between a joke and a lie, just so I can understand". We took about 10 minutes and went through a zillion scenarios until I think she got it. How funny!
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