Twinkle, Twinkle little girl

Things they don’t warn you about when you become a parent, No. 863: Under the right circumstances, “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” could make you weepy.

Sophie and her fourth-grade classmates at Tioga Hills Elementary School gave their very first concert tonight. And the first time I heard their bows hit the strings, I really did tear up. It’s so great to see your kid take on a new challenge. We’re so proud of our girl!

Here’s a less than two-minute recap of their performance:

The Girl Who Grew a Mustash

A short story by Sophie Coker age 8

One day a vary long time ago thar was a girl named Anna. She lived on a vary steep hill. No other girl lived near her exsept her sister Alana. Alana liked to play video games.

Girl with Moustache by Sophie, age 8

Anna was eating chocolet one day and it melted in her hands. She ran to the sink. Well she was running, her dog Meatball was in the hallway playing with his chew toy. Thar was slober all over the flor. When Meatball saw how fast Anna was runing he ran as fast as he could with his chew toy. Anna sliped on the slober. She did a flip in the air. She landed on her hed and coclote druped under her nose. She got to the bathroom and washed her face and went to bed.

The next morning she went to the bathroom and looked in the meror. Thar was brown hair all under her nose. “What in the world?” sed Anna. “Only boy’s grow mustashes!”

She yelled so loud that Alana woke up. “What happend?” seid Alana in a drousy voice.

“This happend.” seid Anna. “What am I going to do?”

Thar was a big brown swilly mustash under her nose.

“What did you do last night?” seid Alana.

“Well I ate choclet and I sliped on Meatball’s slober.”

“I have a neakles that can get rid of stuff,” seid Alana. “Put it on.”

“OK,” seid Anna.

She put it on and she had a feeling that she was floting. Wen she came down her mustash was gon. She was so happy.

“Thak you Alana,” Anna crid. She was so happy.

The end.

(Creative spelling preserved, as ever, for posterity and your amusement.)

Harry Potter on the brain

Journal entry by Sophie, Sept. 30, 2012 (creative 8-year-old spelling preserved for posterity and your amusement):

For maximum authenticity, Sophie has also modified a pencil to look like a quill.

Hello. I am Hermione. My two best friends are Harry Potter and Ron Wesely. I go to school at Hogwarts School of Wichcraft and Wizrdry. I love to read. Harry and Ron think I read a little to much. I come from a muggle family. Thogh Hagrid says I know more about wichcraft and wizrdry then Harry and Ron do. Harry saved us from He-who-must-not-be-named in the Chamber of Secrets (not to menchien Ginny who got dragged in to the Chamber of Secrets). Ron is um ah cheerful in some ways and in other ways he’s scard of spiders. Ron is varry harrd to exspane. It was hard to make friends with them. But in my first year at Hogwarts I think the relilised that I was sad in a way that I had no friends. My hedmaster Dumbeldor at Hogwarts is varry nice. Presser Sape and Flitwick not so much. I love it hear at Hogwarts!

How to Be the Moon

How to Be the Moon, a poem Sophie wrote last year, is included in a class anthology she brought home from school the other day. Here it is:

Sophie the poet, age 8

How to Be the Moon

Shine

Only come out at night

Go around the Earth

Be the enemy of the sun

Have huge craters

Be a friend of the stars

An interview with Sophie the (gasp!) third-grader

Sophie started third grade today. We’re so proud of this smart, beautiful and curious young lady! Here’s a snapshot of her current likes and dislikes, as well as a few photos from the bus stop.

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My favorite food is: strawberries
My favorite sport to play is: kickball
The best show on television is: “Phineas and Ferb”
The coolest person on Earth is: my parents
My favorite thing about school is: science
The thing I do the most awesomely is: laugh
If I could change my name it would be: Jeanette
My favorite color is: green
If I could go anywhere in the world, I’d go to: New Mexico
My favorite toy is: Fluffy
When I grow up, I want to: study butterflies
Three words that describe me are: joyful, smart, outdoorsy
My favorite season is: winter
The snack I could live on is: pie
One food I really don’t like is: bananas
My favorite book is: “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone”
My favorite movie is: “Dolphin Tale”
My best friend is: Olivia
If I had one wish, it would be: to be in Harry Potter’s world

Olympic Antics

We’ve had such fun watching the London Olympics with Sophie and Charlotte that it almost makes up for the terrible, disjointed way in which they’re being covered here in the States. Eric and I know most of the big results by the time we tune in for the evening broadcast on NBC, but the kids are so funny and the athletes are so amazing that I don’t really care.

Here are the girls showing off some gymnastic stunts and a few judo moves. They also made a valiant attempt to hum the song NBC uses as the Olympics theme:

 

 

I dare you not to laugh!

Want to read a beautifully written piece of journalism that captures the spirit of the games? I recommend Anthony Lane’s blog for The New Yorker.