The Adventures of Super Dog and Super Turtle

When Chandler was in first grade he liked to write books called The Adventures of Super Dog and Super Turtle. He would draw pictures of a dog and a turtle with capes and write stories about them. It was freaking adorable.

“Hey, Mom,” he said to me. “Let’s have a book making party for spring break.”

“A book making party?”

“Yes, we’ll invite all my friends and we’ll make books.”

“Do you mean your whole class?” I asked.

“No, just the boys,” he told me.

Just the boys. Great.

But I am a writer. And maybe my son would grow up to be a writer too. Who was I to discourage such a party?

“Sure,” I told him, “that sounds like fun.”

And so we invited all the boys in his class (as well as a few more from some other classes) over for a book making party. I think there were 40 of them. Or maybe it was 15. It seemed like 40, because as luck would have it, it was raining. (Thank you El Niño!) You have never seen 40 (or 15) mothers drop their kids off faster, looking forward to having three hours of bliss, after having to entertain their kids for half a week during a rainy spring break. They were practically hydroplaning down the street, perhaps afraid if they didn’t get away fast enough I’d change my mind.

One of the mothers took pity on me and stayed to help. I think I cried tears of joy, got down on my knees and kissed her feet in gratitude, but I’m still not sure I adequately expressed my deep and sincere level of gratitude.

I’ll be honest and tell you that I don’t remember much about this party. I don’t know if that’s because it was 13 years ago or because the experience was so traumatic it’s been blocked from my memory (or a combination of both), but I do remember this:

It takes 40 (or 15) boys about 5 minutes to make a book.

40 (or 15) boys do not want to calmly and quietly watch a video for the remaining 2 hours and 55 minutes of a book making party.

40 (or 15) boys trapped inside a house on a rainy day are easily bored, incredibly loud, and very messy.

I know I say this all the time and it is so (so, so) cliche, but I really can’t believe so much time has passed so quickly (a lot more quickly than that party). How it simultaneously seems like so long ago and just yesterday. (Trust me when I say I can’t remember much about yesterday either.)

Chandler went to Myrtle Beach with his track team last week for his first college spring break. I hope he made some wonderful memories.

Memories that years in the future will become blurry with time, yet at the same time seem like only yesterday.

 

9 thoughts on “The Adventures of Super Dog and Super Turtle

  1. Love love love! Lexi is in her book making phase right now, and we have lots of them, and she is going to grow up and become a (much more successful) writer just like Mommy. And every time she makes one, she uses 40(or 15) sheets of printer paper from my office. And we go through reams of paper each year. But that what writers do. Write??

  2. Great story! How cute that your son wanted a book making party. I also laughed at your description because it reminded me of my son’s 5th birthday party when I planned a craft (painting and decorating little wooden treasure chests). I figured they would spend a good half hour, maybe more on it. Nope! 5 minutes, tops then on to running wild. Well that’s boys! And it’s a great memory now so I’m happy.

  3. You are a saint to take on such an endeavor. You make me want to get away from my computer and fly some remote control planes with my boys…..bye now….thanks for the laughs, oh and the moist eyes….xo

  4. We used to make books too when my girls were younger. Thankfully, neither of them ever thought to invite friends over for a book making party. Although, hosting the Mom’s Club monthly playdate back in the day was an adventure.

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