I do a little activity with the kids at the beginning of the year where I ask them to tell me ten facts about themselves.  I just rediscovered the pile of papers and I thought I’d share a few of them.

Someone did not get the message that the facts were supposed to be true, perhaps.  I’m translating this as “My brain is a ruler, I play two guitars, and my cat has three ears.”  One of them maybe, all three?  Somebody missed the memo.

Hmm.  I’ve been pondering this for a couple of days and don’t know what a “nethfil” is.

A surprising number of them wanted me to know their favorite superheroes; they’ve got me figured out already:

Crossing my fingers that #9 here is just an omitted plural and not a favorite food or something:

And this one gave me a favorite villain. I also like #4, which thus far I find to be accurate.  She’s been trying to get me to call her “Bacon” instead of her actual name.

Trying hard.

And I will be the last:

I strongly enjoy colorful language:

Because “blue” is too generic:

Some of them are impressively talented:

And some of them have crazy people as parents.  There’s no way this one can see over the steering wheel:

Some of them are sad and/or scary:

This could be an abusive parent or it could be a haunted house.  The question is which I’d actually prefer.  The haunted house, right?  It’s the haunted house.

Do the math.  Mom got pregnant in middle school, apparently.  Mental note to keep a close eye on this one.

And the worst one:

Sigh.