All boys were given the assignment by me, aka “meanie mom”, to write one page on any topic of their choosing. Our oldest hates to write. Hates it to a point that he cries, starts throwing out anger words, and would probably rather poke his eye out with a steaming, hot fork! Child 3 on the other hand loves to write. He lives to write and asks if he can go to a writing camp over the summer.
Can you guess which child wrote which? Ha!
Translation: J’s Hate List: I hate writing. I hate bed time. I hate veggies. I kinda like reading. I hate dolls. I hate barbies. I hate poop. I hate singing. I hate diapers. I hate pee. I hate farts. I hate tomatoes. I hate spiders. I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate love.
Clarified later: He doesn’t hate family love. He hates kissy kissy kind of love.
S’s Writing Sample:
I’ve been both these people. With writing it’s a fine balance between love and hate. Positive and Negative. I’m glad to see my family is balanced too!