I shouldn’t mock, but sometimes it’s hard to keep these whoppers to myself.

While Goose may be all over the television one day with his sports knowledge, I can pretty much guarantee that he won’t be hosting any blogs, winning awards for his writing or authoring a tell-all about his mean mom.

His writing is so poor, it is painful.  Sitting with him while he write sentences is hard because he quits within five minutes.  He can’t think of anything to write, real or fake.  Once he quits, I get upset and the whole bad cycle starts.  Tonight he wrote on his own, and I’m sure he thought he did a great job.

Here are his sentences tonight based on the word family: bright.

1. The sun is so bright today.
2. Look, that’s the brightest star we have seen all night!
3. Do you realize the stars are getting brighter each night?
4. The moon’s brightness glowed so bright I could read a book in bed.
5. The stars are brightly glowing across the sky.
6. I hope the day doesn’t brighten up because I may not be able to see for a whole day.

I don’t know which one is my favorite, but if I have to choose, 6 is the keeper, with 4 a close second.

I guess I should be happy he didn’t start crying while writing these tonight.

Yet.

Goose is a lot like me.  Writing isn’t his thing.  And he’s not really good with the BS.  On day 2 of the bar exam, there was a property question, and I had no clue what it was about at all.  So I left it completely blank.  Blank.  (And I still passed!  Go me!)

A week ago, I asked Goose to write a journal entry about his family.  Basically, if someone asked you about your family, what would you say.  He couldn’t answer orally, so I told him to think about it and write it for me.  Nothing.  I persisted and if I’m honest, I might have badgered him a bit.  “There is NOTHING you can tell anyone about our family?!”  To which he responded,” Sometimes we’re not nice.”

He might not be able to write, but he is pretty smart and at times a bit cutting.  I’ll take that.