Jack straight up hates writing.
Like writing a journal entry is pure torture.
You know, like burning in acid torture.
His teacher pulled me in for a Conference to talk it over.
In many less words than she used, here's the gist:
"Jack won't complete his writing assignments.
His handwriting looks like cryptic hieroglyphics.
And he gives me dirty looks."
Alrighty then.
So I sit the boy down and find out what his deal-io is.
He tells me that he just hates writing. Period. He just doesn't see the purpose.
And believe me, when that boy doesn't see the purpose in doing something,
you better strap your boots on.
So what did I do?
I pretty much brought his world crashing down.
Me: "You know Jack, any job you decide to get in the future will require writing."
Jack: "What?! Every one?!"
Me: "Sorry sweet thang. EVERY one. No doubt about it."
There's really no sense in lulling him into a false sense of reality, right?
Unfortunately, that statement didn't exactly seem to light his inner writing fire.
At that moment,
a little light bulb appeared above my head.
Ding!
I told Jack about a person he knows that has always hated to write. This person has always agonized over writing assignments and most recently practically perished trying to write a 100 page dissertation.
Who is this person?
None other than my hunk of a man.
(Who just happens to be floating on a giant orange floaty in what appears to be diarrhea water...)
I then proceeded to pull out our copy of Dave's dissertation.
It's a book that sits on the back of a shelf in plastic packaging because the mere sight of it is enough to cause convulsions in this poor man.
Jack however (a true book lover) was suddenly beaming.
He had just learned that his very own father was an author.
(or at least that's how he perceived it)
His stunned little self strutted downstairs to congratulate his Dad for being awesome.
He carefully looked through all the pages
and then asked if he could take it for Show and Tell.
Uh. Ok.
I can only imagine how that went down.
Jack proudly standing in front of 30 second graders telling them about the book his father wrote, titled
"The Effect of Microphone Port Occlusion on Hearing Aid Directionality"
The boy hates to write but he should get some points for being able to read that title, right?
He said that his class loved the book. (right)
Really, I am sure that his teacher just thought that we were absolutely nuts.
Which is mostly likely not true.
Just so we all can recognize that Jack actually has 2 amazing parents and not just one amazing author parent, here is a picture of my famous ear.
Which just happens to be published in 1 book which exists in 1 library.
Does that make me a famous model?
Um yes. Yes it does.
