My Son, The Newspaper Editor

My oldest son is a morning person. I am not.

Therefore our house rules dictate he must stay in bed until 7:00 a.m. on non-school mornings. (Just to clarify: I don’t consider 7:00 a.m. “sleeping in.” But this is the compromise we reached.)

And so this morning, at 7:00 on the dot, my son began bounding around the house, full of energy. By the time I wrapped myself in a robe, brushed my teeth, and slowly shuffled downstairs to make my tea, he had already whipped up a breakfast sandwich from his own original, spontaneous recipe, and had moved on to creating a newspaper. Yes, his own newspaper.

I thought you might enjoy selected pages from his new periodical:

I find it very humorous that one of the TV shows (movies?) he highlighted is “Love for Sale.” He told my husband and I we might want to watch it, "because it's about love."

I also couldn’t resist snapping a picture of him with his latest concoction: