March 21, 2010 by Marj Hatzell
It’s no secret that I cuss like a drunken sailor. In fact, when I go to more genteel places (like Utah or the South) I have to work on my language a week ahead of time so as not to offend anyone. I mean, I don’t HAVE to but I feel I should. And then I watch my mouth for a few weeks and I slowly slip back into mommy-potty-mouth mode. Worst Mommy Ever. I swear.
So. Just to give you a bit of background information, Bug Boy is a bit of a reluctant writer. He is very much like my husband, who says ONLY what needs to be said and when it NEEDS to be said. For the most part, the husband is a bit reticent. Although no one has ever accused Bug Boy of being reticent it certainly shows in his creative writing. It’s just not his “thing.” He prefers to keep it short, simple and to the point. He doesn’t stray off topic (which is probably good) and he makes sure he can tell you exactly what you need to here in three sentences or less.
This week Bug Boy’s class studied Helen Keller’s story. All week he delighted me with retelling the bits he read in his literature circle that day (fancy word for “reading group”). They had a writing prompt on Friday which was graded and put in their friday folder to go home. In true DG, art-of-a-procrastinator-form, I got to the folder on SUNDAY NIGHT. Which is an improvement, since I’m often going through the paperwork, writing checks and signing tests on MONDAY MORNING. Anywho, the Helen Keller writing prompt was in the Friday folder. They had to write about how they think it would feel to be deaf or blind. And this is Bug Boy’s response:
I would rather lose my hearing than my sight. One reason is that if someone was calling me a bad word I wouldn’t have to hear it. Another reason is that I would not have to hear my mom cursing at my Dad. (emphasis mine)