Sep 16, 2009
A Hard Day's Night
Jameson is yearning for the start of school. He already talks about how much he's going to love it. His tongue can barely keep up with his brain as he tries to explain all the wonderful knowledge he's going to acquire. Already I can tell that the kindergarten teacher he has envisioned is no less brilliant than Stephen Hawking, more magnificent than Albus Dumbledore and as altruistic as Mother Teresa. Jameson can get fired up about many things, but nothing compares to his enthusiasm for school. God help his teachers.
But, alas, he's not even four years old yet. So in the meantime, he makes do with books, cards and posters typical of the average kindergarten classroom.
Today, he fell asleep while making his way through a workbook in search of an erudite grasp of his ABCs and 123s. I imagine I'll find him similarly positioned in his teenage years, cobbling together a European Vacation project the night before it's due in his civics class.