In the Genes?

I was helping out with the monster’s class on Monday.  (the monster aka my son)  He’s in kindergarten and it was my first day helping out with his class.

He was a little bossy…  😉  Showing off, but it seems like he behaved pretty well.  When it was about time to go, the teacher waved the aide aside and asked her to show me the writing assignment the monster had done…they commented they hadn’t ever seen anything like that from a kindergartener.  Full sentences, punctuation, and mostly the letters were capitalized where they should be…and spelled right.  Everything.  Kind of blew me away.

But then I remembered a little short story his big sister had written when she was in first grade.  I won’t repeat the entire story, but the last line of the first paragraph was…

Sleepy Hollow was a very peaceful town…or was it?

Cue the eerie music.  ;o)  Already understands the idea of suspense.

I’ve got a younger brother that is one of the most talented artists I’ve ever seen.  He doesn’t do anything with it~it’s mostly just for his own amusement and I doubt he spends much time drawing now.  Kind of sad because he does have a great deal of talent. 

My dad drew a lot. So did his mom.  My mom’s mother is the crafty sort. 

Dad used to write a lot and his mom drew and wrote poetry.

I’ve always been around people who either drew a lot, who liked to read a lot or who liked to write…or all three.  😉   The imagination gene seems to work in overtime on my dad’s side of the family.  And it’s starting to look like I’ve passed it on to my kids.

*G* Their poor daddy.  Stuck with a wife and at least two kids who were born to have their heads in the clouds.