Alex's Journal

Alex just didn't have ANY ideas to write about in his journal yesterday. (His life must be so humdrum?) I suggested he write down some of our family rules since he couldn't think of anything else. Here is the entry, in it's entirety:

Here are some family rules.
We cannot steal.
We cannot cheat.
We cannot hit our family.
We cannot swear.
We cannot sneak out like I did one week ago.
We cannot lie.
We need to help each other.
We need to use soap to be clean.
We need to put clean underwear on after we take a bath.

Now, this is the corrected version. A few of my favorite spelling errors from yesterdays entry:
rolse (rules)
nid (need)
halp (help)
ehare (each other)
soup (soap)
arndeware (underwear)

I really loved yesterday's entry as it wasn't the same old thing. The typical entry goes something like this.

I had fun day. My dad is still at work (0r my dad is home or my dad is coming home but usually always something about James and his status of working) My mom made fabulous dinner (or "I am telling you my mom is the best cook ever" or something about me and food). I am writing in my journal (or doing my homework or doing a great job on my homework etc.). I have piano lessons (or scouts or whatever is on the docket for the day.) I went to rehearsals (or the performance) with my mom and my sisters.

Every once in awhile I convince him to write a little about what is truly going on in his life like:

I wiped m face on my T-shirt two times and my mom said "You will do your own laundry next week."

And here's the entry-corrected and with a lot of help with sentence structure-that was hardest for him to write.

I went to a soccer game and after the game I came home at ten o'clock at night and grabbed my scooter and went off to Cody's house without asking. In the morning I talked to my mom about it . Then I got grounded for a week from my friends. I feel unhappy because I don't like to write unhappy thing. Mom and I had long talk and we talked about what could have happened to me. A weird guy could come up and kill me or a policeman could grab me and take me to the police office and they would ask my mom "Do you take good care of him?" and if they did not think she took good care of me I would be put in foster care.

I know that sounds a bit dramatic, but I was being dramatic. I really needed him to understand the severity of sneaking out late at night. We had to talk about what foster care is and how if I was found unfit as a mother they could take away ALL my children. (I also emphasized that this probably wouldn't happen but that it could.)
Yeah, I don't think Alex will be sneaking out anytime soon.