Channeling Little Eddie

A Sneak Peek Inside Wifey’s House

Husband and I received an invitation this week to come to the Media Center at Miles’ school to hear him read a story that he wrote at the Authors’ Breakfast. The Authors’ Breakfast gives a few students from each class (this week was the third grade) the opportunity to share their work in front of their parents and peers as they are recognized for outstanding writing.

Yes ya’ll I was more than thrilled. As I writer I LOVE my son’s interest in reading and creating his own stories. I’m definitely a proud mama and not afraid to show it.

As the program began we listened to several children come up and read wonderful stories about random topics including healthy eating and the importance of vegetables, the history of The White House, an essay on Benjamin Franklin and why football is one child’s favorite sport. I wondered what Miles wrote about. Maybe Martin Luther King, Jr. or the time he met MLK, Jr.’s sister. When they called Miles’ name, my chest poked out a little and it took everything I had not to yell out, that’s my son!

When he started his story titled “White Water,” I was beaming as he recounted a trip we took with our neighbor to the popular water park this past summer. His sentences flowed, he was speaking confidently and then things went a little, ahem, … left.

My little author reading his story

After explaining so nicely the fun we had on our outing, he decided to mix a little fiction in with reality and his story went something like this:

"My sister, our neighbor Brooke and I were having so much fun. It was a beautiful day. We loved going on the rides. My favorite was the Cliffhanger. It was so high then dropped straight down I thought I was going to die. It gave my sister a big old WEDGIE."

Gasp!

That would be me, wondering if everyone else just heard that, too. He continued …

"She cried and screamed like a little girl, then she wet her pants."

Gasp! Gasp!

OK, did the teacher read this story before she sent him out there? Hello! At this point Husband, and all the other adults in the room are trying hard to keep from laughing out loud as he took one more good stab at his sister …

"Next we tried to go on the Tornado but she vomited all over everybody so my mom took us home. The End."

Wow.

Well, I must say the child is creative and the essay was definitely, um, entertaining. I don’t know why I was so surprised since Miles loves reading the Captain Underpants and Diary of a Wimpy Kid series – typical 8-year-old boy stuff - but I guess you never expect your child to stand up in front of everyone and discuss his sister’s bodily fluids in such detail. Nonetheless, I was still beaming and picked my jaw up off the floor before he came bouncing over to get my seal of approval.

Miles showing off his certificate

I think I giggled all morning as my son’s performance reminded me of the beginning of Eddie Murphy’s hit, stand-up movie, Raw. Yup, Miles was definitely channeling Little Eddie.



Winks & Smiles,