Dylan has moved on to the Pre-K portion of preschool.

One of my favorite things to do when I pick him up from school is to read the board about what they did that day. It’s much more “school” based learning this year, as in they talk about letters and sounds and words and books and the meaning of things. It cracks me up every day. I can just picture those teeny little people sitting around talking about loud vs. quiet voices. And what a vegetable is compared to a fruit. And the difference between opiates and barbituates.

Just seeing if you’re paying attention.

Anyway, in the past few weeks he’s decided he’s a budding artist and writer. He spends a good deal of time every day sitting at the kitchen table with paper and crayons, working on his letters. He’s always asking me how to spell things, and if he doesn’t know how to write a letter, he asks me to write it in the air for him. Then he copies me. After that, if he’s not sure about it, I write it on a piece of paper so he can copy it.

He’s getting REALLY good and can write his name without very much help. And he can write mom and dad without ANY assistance! Isn’t he BRILLIANT?!

The only problem is that he doesn’t really understand the idea that letters need to be in a certain order. Sometimes he spells his name, and when he shows me (SO VERY PROUDLY), the letters are there, but they’re in different orientations and positions all over the page. I think he’s just channeling Salvador Dali. Or maybe it’s that he’s 4 1/2. Whatever.

Today he decided he was going to write a book. A BOOK!  It’s eight pages long and it’s about a man who is painting a wall, who then goes out on a boat and eats a shark before heading back to land and walking around a park.

Without further ado, I offer you a sneak peek at his genius:

The cover:

That’s a person.  Painting a wall.

On the boat.  Catching and eating a shark.

Looks chaotic, doesn’t it?

This says “DAD.”

Or, “DDA” if you read it literally and can’t get into the mindset of a 4 year old.

I’m waiting, patiently, for the publishing firms to come calling.  I sense an all out bidding war in our future.

Also?  He’s better at drawing at 4 than I am at 30.  Which, I suppose, isn’t saying much.  Should I try to enroll him in an intensive art and writing program?  You know, to foster his obvious talent?

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