It's a few weeks into school and already, the patterns are developing among the kids of 1637.
Let's begin with the eldest unmarried kid, Wasil. He's already the tallest in the house, and not yet fifteen. Plays the artificial pigskin everyday, five days a week, either at practice or in a game. They lost the first one, 6-16. Ah, well, there goes the unbeaten run.
Luqman, that meowing little guy, is next. He used to read my blog, but somehow is sidetracked into something else, like yarning and cartooning "RocMan". He loses his cartoons every other day, and he yarns when he finds his piece, and he is actually doing real good at school. Like getting those top marks, getting into Book Clubs and challenging study groups. So maybe, he'll impress Mr. Halin more than he ever did, any previous teacher. Just stay off those cheese sandwiches, or soon we'll need a winch to haul you up to your bedroom (the stairs can break, you know).
If Hamzah gets his wishes, he won't be in school tomorrow. He is with another sub teacher this year. It's amazing how his class always gets caught in this sub situation. But he spells good, and is cursive-inclined. That's two things getting him out of trouble. And he reads, although not in bulk like Bro Luq. But he has to stop his eyes from twitching. It gets to me..
Hana, the fower goil, loves to speel and is curiously the fastest speller among the three pre-teens. Her first spelling test was a breeze for her. BUt you should really see how she practices! She cuts and glues alphabets onto paper to spell the words. Not for me. I'll just write them out 10 times..
And littlest Muhsin, also the loudest in the house, keeps the bigger guys in check. Snooze, and your toy is his. Snooze again, and it's your Lego-Man in his clutches. He spells Amin backwards and he'll get his password. But only if he can read this bloggy...
Finally, the mummy of them all. Muz, or Pah. A headache here, a fening there; but they are good kids. Keep them well. I'll be home to help..
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