Johnny has to write a weekly composition assignment, and this week it was two poems on colors.  They provided the form "looks like, sounds like" etc. and Johnny was to write the rest, using whichever colors he chose.  The second poem was to be about his favorite color.  They were not to be rhyming poems, but more abstract.  I thought it was really fun and enjoyed reading what he came up with.

Colors by Johnny Hoffland

Yellow looks like a grumpy little duckling.

Blue sounds like my brother whining.

Brown smells like the dog poop in my yard.

Orange tastes like very, sweet candy corn.

Red makes me feel mad!

 

Green by Johnny Hoffland

Green looks like the trees outside.

Green sounds like the leaves rustling.

Green smells like fruit snacks.

Green tastes like peppermint candy.

Green makes me feel cool.

I love it!

This afternoon, Leah was finishing up her lunch and I was lost in thought staring at her. 

Leah:  "Mom, why are you wookin at me?"

Me [startled out of my reverie]: "Because you're cute and I like you!"

Leah:  "Oh.   You're wight". 

One other tidbit of information....Johnny is praying every night for a parakeet.  Hmmm.  Every night.  I feel caught btw. a rock and a hard place.  I mean, this is the kid who not too long ago asked me, "Mom, how do I know God is really there?"  On the other hand, I know firsthand that parakeets aren't the hardiest of animals....particularly when there are younger siblings around.   Mine died of pneumonia (or something) and was always a grouch after my preschool age sister tried to pull its tail out and shut it in a dresser drawer.   I also remember that I particularly hated cleaning its cage.  Plus there's the fact that Betty loves nothing better than to bring us dead baby doves...remember?  We're btw. a rock and a hard place here!  I'm trying to stall him.  I asked him the other day if he thought God would give him a parakeet like next week or maybe wait for a special occasion.  He thought He might wait.  AND, he has assured me that he is only praying for a parakeet if it's what God wants him to have.  So there....maybe we do have an out. 

I actually have fond memories of the parakeet we used to own. My dad found it on our roof and we ended up giving it a home when we couldn't locate its owners. It was a pretty intelligent little thing, and I remember it flying around our living room. As I recall, our cat finally put an end to it one day . . . so yeah, not sure a dog would be much better in that department! At least he seems to have a good attitude about it. :)

Well, that's encouraging that it was good while it lasted! I listened to him pray last night out loud...."God, I really want a parakeet. But only if it's what YOU choose me to have". I love that he's praying that way. But, it really makes me want to get him one. :)