Noah has summer homework each year of pre-school.  It’ pretty intense.  We have to make a summer book.  Okay, I’m lying.  We so don’t have to make  the book–they do provide that for us and they should for the tuition we pay, but we do have to write in it and fill it out.  It will be of no surprise that I waited until the last minute to begin even thinking about the book.  I started to print out pictures for the book last night (it is due in school tomorrow).  What happens?  I run out of ink.  My printer has 6 cartridges and I usually have a bunch of extras.  So, I went down to look through my extra 8 cartridges that I have and did I have just one of the photo magenta?  NO.  Of course not.

So now, I am leaving work to run to get a cartridge to finish printing out pictures for the book that Noah has completely lost interest in.  He has written on a few pages and isn’t really that into it anymore because now there is stuff to look at and who wants to fill in empty pages when one particular 4-year-old who will remain nameless filled up two whole pages with superhero stickers.

He will “read” the stickers like a story, but when I ask him “tell me a story.”  He simply replies in the most annoying whine ever “I don’t know any mom.”

UGH!  So, tonight I will torture him by forcing him to “tell” me a story and to write the Spanish words he knows an when his birthday is.  So that we can bring our book in to class.  Ours won’t be the most creative (there are some who take this project/assignment a little too far–I’ll be keeping an eye out for those parents when science projects come around) but it will be filled with sticker and pictures and maybe more than a few words.  But it will be totally ours.