::mr studious::

We've been keeping Max's little desk in our storage room since we moved. It used to live in the front room and had his little computer on it, but we didn't have room for it in the new place. So a month or so ago Kris reorganized the storage room so that he could exercise out there. In the process the little desk got moved into Max's room. It was well received.
Last week Max suddenly realized that desks are used to write and draw and do stuff on. He announced that he was going to ALWAYS do his homework on his desk. Forever.
He had homework to do, so I asked him if he wanted to go and do some now. And why yes, he did!
So off he went. And when I walked by the hall, there he was, homeworking away.

Working hard. And yeah, there's silly little stuff covering every surface in his room. Oh well, we've been teaching him to keep the floor clean at least. We've got to start somewhere.
He's been doing great with his homework. They send some home a couple of times a week, and it's mostly coloring. He hated it at first, since he had a mental block about coloring, but we somehow got through that and now he's doing fine, which is nice because nagging a 5 year old to do his homework is not my idea of a good time. (Nor does it really seem that necessary in the long run.)

His little friend Frankie was supervising the work. Frankie came from Wendy's in a kid's meal one day. I thought he was weird, but he suddenly became Max's new best friend. He's been around for months.

That Frankie is a lucky guy to have a buddy like Max.