I have a sister whom I tell all my best Max stories. The Max is my eight year old son. Each occasion where I recite a tale of his hilariousness I am scolded by my sister. “Write these things down!” she always demands. While I would be permanently stuck in my computer chair if I aimed at logging every story, I have written many here. I’ve decided to share my favorite and funniest Max stories posted on The Pilver.
Max started Kindergarten. I started crying.
Do not swear in front of children.
I simply titled this one, Max.
Every parent likes to show off illegible writing and drawings.
I have no pictures of this, though I wish I had audio. A very classic Max moment.
I wrote this for memoir class in college. It is a mish-mash of many stories, and somewhat long.
Somehow, when Max was five, he decided his favorite song was, “Friday I’m in Love” by The Cure. I started playing more and more of The Cure for him, and when a concert came within three states of us, I drug him to Chicago and made him see them live with me.
This post had strippers and Max.
Max’s requisite prank 911 call.
Thanks For Clearing That Up Max
A fabulous explanation of waste.
The Pilver 
I have to say that I’m torn between the WTF moment and the pee/poop chart. Both are great humorous moments. I couldn’t laugh too hard, I was at work!
Sorry. That was I.
I LOVED reading over this. Some of these I’d read before, and some I hadn’t. I think he’s a genius.
Thank you for this post! My little brother was very much the same and it reminds me of his little self!
Keeps The Max posts coming
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whoa. i’ve been here for every single max moment except for his first day of kindergarten.
hm. i feel like i’m the (much smarter and more literary) audience of a much smarter and more literary truman show.