-Hmmm… I sighed, on the couch, writing while Anders napped and Larsen sat next to me reading Nate the Great.
-Whatcha need Mom? Maybe I can help? Got a mystery for me? says Lars.
-Just thinking of a better word to express what I mean than what I have now, I answer.
-Tell me what word you do have (I do). Hmmm…what about ____,____, or _____? Now tell me the sentence (I do). Ah, you really need to begin that sentence with the subject Mom. Let me suggest this (and he does).
-I look at him, astounded. All the read alouds are paying off and I get to eat the fruit.
-Perhaps you will be a writer my son. You know, if you want to. If it floats your boat and milks your goat.
-Nah, it doesn’t. I’ve already considered that anyways. I’m sticking with owning my own junk yard and driving my own garbage truck. You know, collecting all those recyclables and making nifty creations.
-Don’t you think there is enough junk in the world without you stashing more of it? I replied.
-Don’t you think there are enough books in the world without you writing more Mom?
Left speechless by a 7 year old.