This afternoon when Peyton got home, I got out her folder to get her started on her homework. I got her set up at her desk, went over all of her work and told her to bring me her finished work so I could check it. One of her assignments was to write about a time that she was a helper to a grown-up. She is a wonderful little helper to many people but this is what she chose to write about and bring to me:
I help my mom take care of my brother. For example, sometimes
my mom wants to watch TV and she cannot because my brother Cade is
bugging her. So I take Cade to the playroom and play with him.
What??!! What about the time when you helped Gee Gee with her yard sale?? And remember what an incredible help you were to me when Cade was getting his Botox injections?? And how about the time that I was feeling really sick and you tried to clean up the house for me?? I told her that she could not hand that in because her teacher would think that I was a bulbous glutton who sits around watching Judge Judy all day! (I save the DVR'd Judge Judy's for late at night when I can't sleep!) I rarely watch TV during the day. But, I have to admit, her paper is pretty funny and I'll let her hand it in, but will be sure to tell Ms. Walton that Peyton enjoys writing fiction! That, or I am truly living up to my blog name!!