I've spent much of the year trying to convince Frank that telling tall tales all the time is not always the way to go.
In fact, telling the truth is a challenge for him.
He's been making great progress this year, and pretty much owns up to most of "crimes" he commits. But he still loves a good tall tale.
I was listening to him yesterday while the kids were working in their journals. He was very animated as he recounted his latest adventure in the woods to the two adorable girls that he was sitting with.
"I was in my back yard and there was the deer! I was using my hand and I punched the deer in the face! With one punch! Then he was UNCOSHUS! He was just layin' on the ground UNCOSHUS!"
Then I saw him look over at me. I gave him the "teacher says to tell the truth" look that I've honed over the last 22 years. I gave it everything I had!
Frank stared at me for a minute, and I could see the battle on his shoulders begin. He cocked his head, and then turned to the girls.
"Just kiddin'."
Reading? Yeah, we can worry about that later. Right now I am celebrating an even bigger victory.
