My son is hilarious.

As is typical with my 12 year old son, I found out this evening that the report I have been asking him about for the last month is not yet complete. Surprise Number One. Worse, however, is Surprise Number Two: Despite his frequent assurances that he was all caught up, and that the personal interview he conducted with his great-grandmother was the bulk of the report, the fact remains that there are eleven more steps to the assignment. Surprise Number Three: It's due tomorrow.

Though I find myself annoyed by his lackadaisical attitude toward his schoolwork, I find that the writing he has done on the project is anything but. Flat out, my son cracks me up.

A snippet from his autobiographical project:

"I also made a new friend that year, named Terrance. He and Colin did not get along. They sat at the same table, and Terrance would throw pencils at Colin’s hand.

Later that year Terrance promised to give me a very old fashioned video game called, “Game ‘n Watch”, if I paid him fifty cents So I paid him. He told me he was going to be able to give it to me at the end of the year. On the second-to-last day of school, he said he had the game, but it exploded.

I believed him."