Like Father Like Son

Just a quick post this morning, as I am off to play in the dirt. But before I make my way to the greenhouse, I have to stop and go to the elementary school. My son, Frac, is receiving an award. Whoo hoo! Before you get all excited for him, dear internet, there is something you should know. This school is the type of morale-boosting school which rewards every child at some point in the school year. They reward creativity, punctuality and good behaviour. The child gets called up in front of the entire school audience (students, parents and the odd vagrant) and praised for their good deed. They get to shake hands with the principal and then receive a piece of paper, referred to as a commendation.

As I sit and watch other children receive their praise for various deeds of scholarly improvement, I will hold my breath with anticipation and trepidation, knowing that this in now my only son, a representative of his family. He is the reflection the small town see's on my ability to parent and cope. Nothing like a little pressure on an eight year old.

Last year he was rewarded for not visiting the principal's office for three days in a row. Victory! It was a proud moment for me. The year before he was rewarded for finally learning to sit quietly in the library. Do you notice a theme? So I am curious to see what sort of improvement my boy has made this year. Maybe he finally learned to stop chasing the girls and hiding their shoes.

I'm so proud of my boy. He's best friends with the principal, he knows proper library etiquette and he's a ladies man, through and through. Just like his daddy.