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.
Max’s requisite prank 911 call.
A fabulous explanation of waste.