Our Visit with Fred
This week, School Girl has been picked to play host to Fred (not his real name) the stuffed moose. Every day she has to record his “adventures”, write them down with illustrations if possible, and present it to the class at the end of the week. Fred came home on Friday.
So far, Fred has played Wii Bowling, Wii Tennis, Wii Golf, has raced cars around the living room with School Girl and one of her buddies, and has unsuccessfully attempted to eat cereal 4 times. That was on Friday…
Fred’s been a nice enough guest; he’s polite, incredibly quiet, and hasn’t woken us up at 6AM this past weekend. He even cheerfully went along to the fabric store yesterday. We’re just running out of things to do with him. I’m trying to decide if he would like to come along on a bike ride after school tomorrow, when the weather’s supposed to be a bit warmer again.
Can you try to teach him to knit? Or knit a scarf for him?
If Fred becomes troublesome, I don’t suppose an object lesson in, oh, why we don’t touch open flames, would be in order? A tragic soldering iron accident? Playing with matches?
Then again, consumer safety regs being what they are and all that, maybe a lesson in why we approach strange dogs carefully might be more effective… “Wait! Come back, Fred! Fred!”
i have to tell you, i read this aloud to Chris, and we roared. it was the cereal that did us in.
Pillow Fort in the living room!
Karrie: He’s been hanging out watching me knit and spin for most of yesterday – I guess we could only try…
Protected Static: “Fred”’s been a pretty good guest as guests go, actually. He could teach my in-laws a thing or two about being a Good House Guest. He’s even made a couple of Miis while he’s been here. I’m hoping that School Girl will get better with the writing practice of having “Fred” around – she’s supposed to record his adventures.
Sadly, the cereal has been untouched since Saturday morning. But we’re hoping to come up with something he might like to eat. Like quesadillas, or pineapple pizza…
Barb: The whole cereal thing has led us to the issue of “creative license” for storytellers. She swears that all of her friends saw “Fred” eating cereal. Or maybe “Fred” doesn’t care for Froot Loops, although it would surprise me – I’ve yet to meet anybody who doesn’t like them.
He’s also been going to bed with her for the past 4 days now. I think taking him back tomorrow might be a little tough.