My son is blessed with a vivid imagination. This is both a blessing and a curse. He can create elaborate tales that weave in and out and go on and on AND ON...until you are not sure where the story begins and ends. And, sometimes I'm not sure he does either.
He struggles with writing. At first it was because he couldn't actually do it. Now he just doesn't like it. Someday I hope he decides to write down the stories that enter his brain somewhere left of outer space and beyond.
BOY finds the tales of ordinary school days too pallid for consumption. He likes to pad them a bit.
Yesterday he announced that they did an experiment to see how fast liquid travels down the esophagus.
55 miles an hour, Mom. FIFTY-FIVE MILES AN HOUR DOWN THE ESOPHAGUS!
Really....
Yes, Mom.
That sounds really interesting, BOY. I wonder how they figured out how fast liquid travels down the esophagus.
Well, first Miss C put gauges down our throat. Testers. And, then we drank the liquid and it was FIFTY-FIVE MILES AN HOUR DOWN THE ESOPHAGUS.
Really?
MMmmmm... I'll have to ask Miss C about this amazing experiment.
Well. Well... That was another class. We didn't have time to do it in my class.
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JCK is participating in NaBloPoMo, (30 posts in 30 days), for the month of November.
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Wow!! Encourage his story-spinning, what an imagination! I sense a future writer or other creative artist.
ReplyDeleteMy kids would love to be in that class!
ReplyDeleteA great imagination is a thing of beauty. He's young enough that I would let him dictate his stories to you--I hate to see a great writer limit his storytelling because he doesn't like the physical act of writing.
ReplyDeleteSounds like someone would love The Magic School Bus series! :)
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