Digging around my bookshelf recently, I unearthed three volumes that Tom wrote back in the kindergarten days. One was apparently turned in for some kind of school project. Fortunately, Miss Pangburn totally got Tom, enjoyed the book thoroughly and had positive comments about him and his writing prowess at that parent-teacher conference.
So I thought I’d share. The spelling’s a little rough, and it’s definitely illustrated by a five-year-old, but I think it’s impressive, as he shows stylistic knowledge and background on where beer is produced. And pictures of dear, old dad.
I’ll use the captions to help with the translations.
Be good everyone. Your children are documentary film makers. And writers. And future musicians. Artists. Scientists. Presidents. Welders. Even if they don’t grow up and write a horrifying tell-all book about you, they surely are recording memories. And your relationship. Keep the memories good, fellow beer lovers. Even if they are occasionally beery. Keep them good.