Weeks ago, when I first read the form about buying a “class book” from Jeremy and his first grade mates, I honestly thought about passing on it. It was ONE MORE THING to pay for, if you know what I mean, and I really didn’t get what the book was all about anyway. I put the form aside and carried on with the night – or so I tried. Jeremy insisted we buy a book for $17.95, that it was going to be a GREAT book, that I’d be SO GLAD that I purchased it, that EVERYONE is buying this book.
“What’s it about?” I ask him.
“Us and stuff.”
“Who and what?”
“My class, and me, and stuff like that.”
Giving in, I wrote the check, filled out the form and dropped it in his backpack. And then I forgot about the whole thing.
People, this is where Kid Pressure pays off. Look what my brilliant, sweet boy drew and wrote on his very own two pages of the class book:
(Jeremy & Salem)
Best $17.95 I’ve spent in a long time.