The Goofy child came running off the bus Thursday afternoon to tell me the exciting news that he had a green day. Woo. I sat on the porch to look through his backpack while I waited for Alex and I saw something that was exciting... Star Student for the week of September 30... *drum roll* ...GOOFY! *and the crowd goes wild*
Until the crowd reads #3.
"Parent letter: Parents, please write a letter to the class telling us how special your child is to you. ... you may want to choose from one of the following ideas:
*Describe special or funny stories about your child
*Tell us some neat things we may not know about your child
*Send in a silly or special picture with a letter describing the picture
*Write a short story with your child as the main character"
She wants me to write something about my son!? For people to read!? It has to be funny or special!? omgomgomg, whatamIgoingtodo!? HELP! Somebody help me! I don't know what to do! *flurry of panicked curse words*
Then, out of the clear blue sky, something smacks me upside the head, "you dumbass, you're a blogger."
Haha, that was stupid.
Alright. I get my pen and paper and hop to it. Here ya go...
Hey children, come on in and have a seat. Let me tell you about a boy named Goofy.
Goofy is my special boy, my favorite son. (I say to you and then quickly whisper behind my hand to his 4 brothers that I am just joking, they are each my favorite.)
My favorite thing about Goofy is his wild imagination. He is amazingly creative.
Why, when he was just 3 years old, his best friend was a fly named Fido. (No one else could see Fido, but don't tell Goofy that, he might think he's crazy.) Fido was a naughty fly. Goofy was always arguing with him over the trouble he caused; breaking things and making messes. I think they argued more than they played.
One day, Fido ran away from home. Goofy was very sad so we made fliers like this...
...but no one ever found him. We were sad. *cough* well, I wasn't. That fly was naughty.
Goofy loves animals, but they tend to get him into sticky situations like the time the hamster got lost in his pants and helped him make up a brand new dance that goes like- wiggle, wiggle, screech!!
Can you dance like that? It looked fun from where I was sitting but I didn't have a hamster in my pants.
Goofy has a hamster named Jason and a black cat named Gilbert. I think he loves black cats more than anything. Except zombies. He really loves zombies. If he could have a black zombie cat, I think he would be the happiest boy in the world.
Even happier than when his uncle takes him fishing, and that's a happy that is hard to beat.
Not that he actually likes fishing. He hooks himself more than he hooks the fish. He'd much rather go exploring places one shouldn't explore looking for things one shouldn't find like creepy crawlies or snakes.
Goofy finds snakes fascinating. I tell him curiosity killed the cat but then he wants to know which cat because he's a literal thinker.
That means that he hears words the way they are supposed to mean instead of what you want them to mean like the time I asked him to look for cooking oil under the microwave and he looked under the microwave instead of in the cabinet under the microwave.
Goofy loves to help cook, his favorite meal is macaroni and cheese with hotdogs. I swear, if he could eat it every day, he would. What is your favorite meal?
I think Goofy's favorite part of cooking is making the mess. He's very good at making messes. They are like works of art.
Which is another thing Goofy is good at- making art. He is always bringing me pretty pictures to hang up. He even puts my name on a lot of them- MOM.
He is really good at making me feel special.
What are some of your favorite things about Goofy?
Goofy, Love you, buddy. Behave. *heart* Mom.