Archive for the ‘Letters to L.’ Category

It Was Surprisingly Catchy

January 11, 2018

It’s always funny to me what’s funny to me after two nights of little to no sleep.  Today in my son’s virtual school his teacher put up a link for a song and the link didn’t work despite numerous attempts on her part.

So that’s how my son and I ended up singing several enthusiastic (if tuneless) rounds of “Service Unavailable . . . HTTP . . . Error 503 . . . This Service Is UNavailable!”

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Can’t Say I Care For The Taste, But Such Is Life Sometimes

January 10, 2018

On Monday I said that I expected the lesson that time fussing about a problem gives no credit would be revisited again, and it turns out I was right.  Oh, my son is doing pretty good today, but after a night of no sleep for me, today I find myself doing my best to put my lesson where my mouth is.

Because Sometimes It’s Five Minutes Till Bedtime

January 9, 2018

A couple of months back my son developed an interest in chess, and since then he and I have played many, many games of chess.  Never having been an avid chess player myself, it’s been a learning experience for me as well.

One of the most surprising things I’ve learned is that sometimes it’s trickier to lose a game than it is to win one.

I Expect This Lesson Will Be Revisited . . . Again

January 8, 2018

Today begins the second half of my son’s school year.  Today’s lesson:  Time spent figuring a problem out gives full credit, time spent fussing about the problem gives none.

I Learned Something About Overthinking Questions That Day

December 12, 2017

On a lighter note, on a field trip a while back my son’s teacher pointed to an unlabeled display and asked him what it was.

He looked at her like she was being completely unreasonable and said, “I don’t know!” with such vehemence that I realized what he thought she was asking.

“She’s not asking you the species, son,” I chuckled.  “She’s asking you what do you call those kind of bones.”

“Oh!” he exclaimed.  “Fossils!”

I Walked Into That One So Hard My Nose STILL Hurts

October 27, 2017

And to wrap up the week, a quick joke from my son:

We were going over some of his classwork earlier this week, and I made the mistake of telling him that something was the “same principle” as something else.

“Of course it’s the same principle!” he said with a grin.  “Every school only has one principal, you know.”

I Did, For One

October 23, 2017

Some of what I posted last week may show more cohesive context with the understanding that last week my family and I went to Disney World.

It was NOT an ideal experience.

This is not a customer complaint, but a parental one.  It turns out not every kid likes Disney World after all.

Who knew?

He Got It In One

October 18, 2017

Long day today (story for another time), but at one point someone commented on my son’s Darth Vader shirt and asked him if he was dark side.  L’s mother was quick to assure him that while we weren’t Jedi, we were light side, just working with our own traditions.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, “so you’re innovators!”

“Well . . .” I replied, “for obvious reasons we try not to call ourselves ‘Inno-Vaders’  . . .”

So . . . So Worth It

October 6, 2017

Having grown tired of my son’s constant declarations that every song he heard that he even mildly disliked was “the worst song ever,” yesterday I introduced him to Tiny Tim‘s, “Tiptoe Through The Tulips“.

His double take alone was worth it.

Because He’s Still A Sun Conure

October 5, 2017

Yesterday my son was browsing the archives on this blog, and he came across a category that he rightfully pointed out to me that I haven’t used in a while, “Coos and Caws,” so per my son’s request, here is a new “Coos and Caws” entry.

Yes, Algiz the Sun Conure is still with us despite me being quiet about him . . . a favor he has not returned, by the way.