Gator

A few notes about my darlin' Gator.

Yesterday while I was at the school, I noticed the bulletin board outside Gator’s classroom had a new display. His poem and creation is below. Gator is such a sweet, sweet boy!

When school got out, he offered to carry his sister's backpack home. Chivalry is not dead ladies!

We just finished reading a few works by Shakespeare together, including Hamlet and Romeo and Juliet. He really enjoyed the stories, and as far as I could tell he understood them too. (He's years beyond me when I was in 2nd grade) This boy is getting cultured!

A few nights ago we joined Doc and his study group, aka “The Girls”, for dinner at a restaurant across the street from our home. Before most of us had gotten started on our food, Gator was finished with is quesadilla…which is the only thing he would deign to eat at this particular restaurant. Gator is what I like to call a selective eater.

Of course as soon as he was done eating, he was bored and wanted to go home. Problem is, there was a busy, six lanes of traffic between this restaurant and our home, and we hadn’t started our food yet. He would have to wait.

Keeping this eight year old boy entertained isn’t one of my strong suits, but in a stroke of brilliance (these things occur at random moments during alternating decades as a rule) I pulled my digital camera out of my purse. “Why don’t you take some pictures Gator?” I showed him the basics and let him have at it.

We all enjoyed our meal in peace, and Gator had a blast taking pictures for the first time ever. When the battery died, he finally surrendered the camera, and I looked forward to seeing what he’d come up with when I downloaded them. Turns out there were over a hundred pictures. Maybe he’s stumbled on a new hobby or talent. We’ll have to see where this leads.

I don’t want to consume all my storage space by posting them here, but am happy to present to you selections from:

Life Through The Eyes
Of An Eight Year Old Boy
Trapped At A Restaurant