Son #1 and my husband were preparing to go to Lowe's. There were several things in the house that needed to be fixed. Before leaving the house, my husband sat at the kitchen table to write out his list for the shopping trip. Son #1 jumped around as if he had ants in his pants. He was thrilled to be going with his dad. My husband muttered to himself quietly as he added more items. "Hmm. We need some 2x4s and some concrete."
Son #1 peered at the list as his dad wrote. My husband continued to scrawl the items needed across the paper. Son #1 wrinkled his nose and asked. "What does that say?"
"Dirt." My husband responded.
"Oh." Son #1 mumbled.
Son #1 continued to watch as his dad completed the list. The wheels in his mind began to turn. I wondered if he was mentally comparing his handwriting, the handwriting examples in his lessons, and his dad's handwriting. Why can't I read my dad's handwriting? Son #1 thought. Why does the handwriting in the lesson look so neat? Why is my dad's handwriting so messy? Will my handwriting look that way when I grow up?
My husband frowned and furrowed his brow as he reviewed his list once more. Then, he stood up and said. "Alright Son, it's time to go. Go get your jacket and meet me in the car."
Son #1's head bobbed up from the table. However before he ran to retrieve his jacket, my oldest son gazed at the list and asked. "How can you read your handwriting?"
My husband glanced down at his oldest son and laughed. "I just can."
"I can't read it at all." Son #1 continued.
"You can't?" My husband said with mock surprise.
"No!" Son #1 exclaimed. "It's messy."
"Well." My husband drawled. "Don't worry. Yours will look like this when you're my age."
"Nuh Uh." Son #1 argued.
"Wanna make a bet?" My husband chuckled. "Go get your jacket and get in the car."
With that, Son #1 ran from the room to find his jacket. Then, he hopped into the car eager to run errands with his dad.
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