Kintropy In Action

Several days ago, Gabriel woke up and told me he was pretending to be boring man.  He was just laying there and staring into space.  It seems he had it down pretty well.

“Do you mean the kind that makes holes in the ground or the not so interesting type of boring?” I'm a mother. I have to increase his vocabulary definitions. It's somewhere in my blood like hugging him when he is hurt.  I must try to turn every moment into a teaching moment.  I know it drives him crazy.

“Pretend I'm wearing all brown clothes, Mom.”

It was morning, and I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off.  I was getting Hannah ready, trying to eat something, and make sure I knew what he was doing after school that day.  I looked at him smiled and said, “OK.”

He wandered back to his room.

Once I had Hannah in the family room playing with a toy and actually sitting to eat my breakfast, he came through with his dream journal.  “I'm going to write boring man stories in my journal.”

I was interested.  Most stories that are captivating to read are not boring.   He opened his book and wrote in under a minute.  “OK, I finished my first story.  Mom, do you want to read it?”  He was trying not to giggle.

I came over next to him.  “Of course I want to read it.”

He wrote:

“The Boring Stories
Once upon a time.
The End”

I laughed.  Hannah pulled the toy she was chewing on out of her mouth and laughed, too.

“Did you like it, Mom?”

“Yes, very funny.”

“I need my book back. I need to draw the Boring Man Comic.”

I handed him the book.  He proceeded to draw for about a minute.

“I'm done.  Do you want to see it?”

“Oh yeah, I do!”

--Mom