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Dear Jack: You Constructed Our 1st Alabama Snowman

14 years, 2 months.

Dear Jack,

You took it all upon yourself to build our family’s snowman for the first official snow since we moved to Alabama last year.

Of course, you put your unique spin on it: The snowman’s facial features consisted of fruit from our fridge.

You also took the top layer of ice from a bucket in the yard to provide a snowboard for the snowman.

Definitely one of the most unique snowmen in the whole town.

Speaking of unique…

A couple of months ago, you and I were driving home at night and we happened to see a strange duo in the parking lot of the animal hospital; which is 8 and a half miles from our home:

An unlikely pair consisting of a dog… and a goat that didn’t realize it wasn’t a dog. We pulled into the parking lot and you took a few pictures on your phone.

Well, this week while you were busy building our snowman, the dog and goat duo showed up on our street. Perhaps they are on tour through out town as local celebrities!

Love,

Daddy

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Dear Jack: It’s Hard to Get a Picture of You Not Making a Silly Face

11 years, 3 months.

Dear Jack,

I feel like, in the past 11 years, this isn’t the first time I’ve said this; but it’s more likely that you will make a silly face when I take your picture, as opposed to you genuinely smiling.

Honestly, I can understand how you feel. We take a lot of pictures of you. Because as your parents, we know that you are going to look back on the pictures we took of you when you were young, and you will appreciate it.

But you don’t appreciate it right now.

So this past weekend when we went out to Nashville to go snow tubing, I saw a statue of a snowman and insisted you get your picture taken.

I assured you that I didn’t need you to smile… only to make the same ugly face as the snowman.

And you did.

Love,

Daddy

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Dear Jack: What Is That Animal In Your Drawing Doing?

4 years, 2 months.

Dear Jack: What Is That Animal In Your Drawing Doing?

Dear Jack,

I am always excited to see what new creative artwork you have for me each day when I pick you up from school.

On Friday, right before we headed over to the circus, one of your drawings particularly caught my attention. You immediately began explaining it to me:

“Daddy, see- he’s got giraffe legs, a cow body, a robot neck, an elephant tale, and a bear head!”

Sure, I was slightly confused by the robot neck, but I had to ask you right away about the one part of picture you failed to describe:

“Jack, what is that animal in your drawing doing?”

Your unapologetic answer was somewhat understated:

“Oh, I did a brown arrow… to point at the poop… because he had a big poop.”

Classic.

Somehow in all your hundreds of pictures you’ve drawn, you’ve never drawn anything with potty humor before.

But that’s the thing; I’m not convinced you were trying to be funny. Your main focus was to point out how you cleverly designed a sort of Frankenstein-style animal.

Dear Jack: What Is That Animal In Your Drawing Doing?

You really do put so much thought into your artwork. Today you brought home 4 new pictures; one of them featuring a charming snowman. You explained to me the full story:

“Daddy, the sun is mad at the snowman because the snowman said he wanted the moon to come out instead that way the snowman won’t melt, so the sun turned purple because he was mad.”

Wow. Seriously. You are one creative little boy.

I am already imagining just a few years from now how your pictures will be evolving into full stories; where you will do like I did when I was a boy and make my own books; writing all the words and drawing all the pictures for your own homemade books.

That is going to be a lot of fun!

Love,

Daddy

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Classic Magic Moments in Parenting: #2 Snowman Art

February 23, 2012 at 10:40 pm , by 

It’s realizing you’ve been staring too long at a picture of your kid as a snowman and have actually begun to feel sorry for him with those pathetic little stick arms.

Poor kid.