I volunteered in Lil Buddy's kindergarten class last week. I helped out during writer's workshop. Totally kicked its ass. When writer's workshop was over those kids didn't know what hit him. I OWNED that joint, yo. One kid was all, "Thanks for showing me where a period goes, Mr. Monks." And I was like, "Ain't nothing but a thing, little man -- I'm a blogger." Another kid was drawing a picture of the doll she played with over the weekend at her grandparents' house. I told her, "Remember that the period goes at the end of a sentence, short stuff." She just looked at me like I was Santa. "I have a blog!" I told her. Then there was this kid who for the love of god, had no clue where a period went. He was putting them all over the page. So I grabbed the pen out of his hand and said, "Easy with the periods, son. They only go at the END of sentences." And he was all, "These aren't periods. They're teardrops. I'm drawing a picture of my dog, when he died." So I said, "My bad. WWW.UTTERWONDER.COM. Check it out sometime."

So, yep, I totally nailed kindergarten writer's workshop. 'Lil Buddy was so in awe that he refused to speak to me for days. Just got the magic touch, I guess. I should do give a seminar to other parents, show them how to dominate their kids' writer's workshop classes. I'd make millions!