Fatherhood Friday: Second Grade Spelling Challenge

Once UPON a time, there was a BLIND CHICKEN that looked like she would make a delicious rotisserie. I fattened her up on corn feed while I stuffed my own face with CANDY. Chicken aren’t very bright and she thought it was an act of KINDNESS, but in reality I was on a QUEST to achieve a delicious meal.

This was fun.

Hey Billy Joe? You remember finding that crazy purple chicken? What was it they said happened? Bless her heart, poor thing had fallen upon hard times and done gone blind. They were on a quest to find her some magic candy to help her see again. Now if that ain’t kindness, I don’t know what is!

Very cute concept. I’m going to pass as I feel as though someone poured cement in my head today… but I’ll certainly enjoy the responses

Congrats to Nee on aceing the test!!

I REMEMBER once I was FINDING something to feed my children for dinner one evening. All I could find were CHICKEN nuggets, the same thing we had for lunch that day. As I turned my gaze UPON the faces of my children I wasn’t surprised at what I found. Now I am pretty BLIND without my glasses but even I could see the disappointment. So I continued my QUEST to find a better dinner. Then I had it! CANDY, why not? A mix of cheers and thanks for my KINDNESS erupted from the table!

My crack at it……this was fun.

This is great! Here’s my attempt:

Ha! I REMEMBER you! You’re the dog that was always FINDING the CHICKEN I had brought home for supper. UPON seeing you chomping on the bones, I would get BLIND with anger (and hunger!). It became my QUEST to teach you not to eat my supper. So I made a big CANDY one, thinking it would make you sick. You wouldn’t look at a chicken after that. You did not get sick, but did stop eating my supper. I thank you for that KINDNESS.

My wife took a stab at this too:

REMEMBER that FINDING a CHICKEN UPON a BLIND QUEST for CANDY corn is a test of KINDNESS, don’t forget to share.

Thanks for this, now I’m going to be doing it all the time with my kids’ spelling lists! ;D

Ok, I went for the short story approach:

“Listen, we know you weren’t the brains behind this operation.” The detective looked down convincingly, “Why not just tell us what you REMEMBER and we can offer you immunity. Immunity, Jake. This isn’t something that will be here much longer either. The D.A.’s going to pull the plug on this soon.”

Jake looked around. Sweat was beading on his forehead. “Was there such a thing as a 200 watt light bulb?” He wondered to himself. FINDING the courage to tell the truth seemed harder then he imagined it would.

The detective saw the hesitation in Jake’s mannerisms. “C’mon! Do you really want to fry for what these guys did?!” His question was quickly followed by an under the breath comment, “Fry like a CHICKEN.” It was said loud enough for the right parties to hear. “Hey, Larry! You wanna try and talk some sense into this idiot?”

The first detective motioned towards the door. The sound of a lock being rattled was followed by heavy footsteps. Larry entered the room. Larry stood about 6 inches above his partner. He looked like the kind of guy that didn’t smile a lot. His eyes had a steely quality. What you would imagine some kind of prize fighter looks like just before a championship match. Now, his gazed landed directly UPON Jake. Between the 200 watt light bulb and the stares coming from the new detective Jake found himself going BLIND. Like being caught in the middle of a storm in the middle of the sun.

Why was Jake being so stubborn. “I was just doing this for the money.” He thought to himself as he looked for a way to justify betrayal. The more he thought, the more he realized he had no choice in the matter. His QUEST was fruitless. They had his daughter and their wasn’t anything he could do about it.

Larry leaned in towards Jake and with a half smile. He almost seemed magnanimous. Could he see what Jake was going through? Why he couldn’t talk? He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of smokes. “Cigarette?” He offered Jake in a harsh deep voice.

Shocked, Jake could only manage, “Y-y-y-you’re offering me a smoke?” Was it getting that late? Was this the firing line?

“Now, you didn’t think I was gonna offer you some CANDY–did ya?” Larry almost laughed to himself, but he didn’t. He just kept standing there offering the cigarette. A random act of KINDNESS not to be disguised as something else but genuine.

Wow! some great reader responses. and congrats to Nee

Do you REMEMBER that movie FINDING Nemo? The one where Marlin goes on a QUEST to find his son and is stunned by all the KINDNESS shown to him by strangers along the way? Far be it from me to taint that movie in any way, but don’t some of those fish look tasty? I wonder if they taste like CANDY or CHICKEN. Although, UPON further rumination I think that’s one meal I’ll skip. I’d probably get mercury poisoning and end up going BLIND.

Absolutely fantastic. I wish there were more challenges like this, and that more parents would Remember that children Finding out that their parent’s are interested in them is a better treat than fried Chicken on a Wednesday afternoon for no reason at all.
That once Upon a time can be the sweetest, most amazing moments of childhood. We may all often feel as if we’re fumbling and going helplessly Blind into this thing called parenting, but in reality the Quest is completed as long as we love, laugh, cherish, honor Candy may be what our kids think they want, but Kindness and our attention are sweeter than sugar, more priceless than rubies and the only gift that we give that grows the more we give it.

XO fabulous. thank you.

* Remember
* Finding
* Chicken
* Upon
* Blind
* Quest
* Candy
* Kindness
Once upon a time, I remember finding a blind chicken who on a quest to pass out candy from the kindness of his heart.
ok, i suck.

It still makes me seethe with rage as I REMEMBER FINDING CHICKEN UPON BLIND children’s lunch trays in my QUEST for CANDY in the cafeteria at the local school for the disabled. You may ask if I lack compassion, KINDNESS, or any regard for the property of others. Particularly the BLIND. All I could think was … CHICKEN?! I wanted CANDY!!! Stupid BLIND children.

REMEMBER FINDING out that even though it tasted like CHICKEN, this “wing” you were gnawing UPON was indeed a frog leg? And remember realizing that the only way you would have ever eaten that was to indeed go at it BLIND? The path to true foodie-ness requires one to lay down his inhibitions and just dive in. And that QUEST for the oddest foods has made my life truly interesting. And that is the sense of adventure I would like to pass onto my child. Ok, so he’ll only try something if I say it’s CANDY, and sometimes he repays my KINDNESS by kicking me in the shins. But one day, when he gets his own show on Food Network, he will thank me.

Wow, that was impressive! And the blind chicken fit in there so nicely, too!!

Thanks for stopping by my blog today! Maybe you should do a blog post “What She says vs What I hear”….you know, to stick up for all the misinterpreted men out there!

Oh man! After a LONG homework week, even MORE homework. I suck at homework. I think I’m gonna freeze…

What a great idea!

There are few moments from my childhood that I REMEMBER with as much clarity as the afternoon I gave David a tour of the dairy. He was a stranger to me: older than me; tall, quiet, a bit shy, nice looking, and BLIND. FINDING few things to share with him in the way I was accustomed — the habits of a sighted person are hard to break in an afternoon — I skipped showing him the silo and the CHICKEN coop and led him out to the pasture. My QUEST to be a good hostess and provide this boy an interesting afternoon was proving challenging. What entertainment value did I expect from the pasture? But UPON helping David over the first fence I understood what I had come for: my pony. She stood munching the johnson grass in sullen disdain. I caught her halter easily and guided David’s hands over her mane and neck, teaching him to let the pony smell his hands first to get to know him. “You wanna ride her?” I asked David. To my surprise, he agreed, and I hoisted him up onto the horse’s bare back. I cannot imagine the trust it took for him to allow a strange child to lead him around the pasture on the back of an unfamiliar animal, without benefit of sight, but he did. After the ride we headed back to the house for some CANDY and Kool-Aid. David’s father chatted with my parents just out of earshot. I found out later that the pony ride had made a big impression on David, as well as his father. Sometimes a little KINDNESS goes further than you ever expect. True story.

I remember finding the blind chicken upon the table, while I was on a quest to find chocolate candy. Out of the Kindness of my heart, I fried him quickly.

Corny. And I used to be and english teacher….lol
This was fun.

When I was a kid, I was bullied. It was never a fun experience for obvious reasons, but I think it certainly strengthened my character. You see the thing about being bullied, is that you like it even less when one of your friends also falls victim to the same type of abuse… So here’s my entry…

I REMEMBER being in seventh grade, FINDING myself in a perilous situation. My girlfriend and I were waiting in the snow for our schoolbus, when we were accosted by some older girls who made fun of the way we looked. One of them knocked my girlfriend’s spectacles off of her face, calling her a “CHICKEN” and dared her to respond. UPON assessing the situation, we decided to ignore them and look for the missing glasses. The schoolbuses came but I stayed with my friend, and while the snow blizzard surrounded us, we knelt down, literally BLIND from the frozen flakes and dug around until we succeeded in our QUEST for the missing specs. We missed our bus, and I walked my friend home feeling like my fingers were going to fall off from the cold. But after getting her home safe, the feeling was as sweet as CANDY when my girlfriend told me that I was such a wonderful friend and that she would remember this day and the KINDNESS that I’d shown her, forever.

BTW, that was fun, and a TRUE story .

Remember, finding your lost toy chicken upon the broken blind is a quest only your mother would take, so she gets the candy and the kindness.

Extra points for one sentence?

Oh man, if I wasn’t at work at the moment I’d be able to spend a moment to create that paragraph! Had to scroll through many posts since I’ve been AWOL with allergies and overall blah-ness. I am trying to add your button for my blogroll, but I cant find the text to copy, I only can see the button itself. Am I missing something?

good job on that exam Nee….

Please visit my blog often as well, thanks

considering that I am on my third glass of wine (*hiccup*), I am not going to attempt this. But from what I could make of the swimming lines of your paragraph, you did a pretty good job!

Petra’s comment made me laugh. What type of readers do you have here, Mocha Dad?

Hmmm…I do not think that I am creative enough to rise to the challenge, so I thought I would take a different route instead. I’ll pass my recommendation re the winner to Nee.

After careful consideration, I would go with Joe. Anyone who puts that much time into his spelling list story deserves the prize.

-Francesca

REMEMBER when FINDING a CHICKEN UPON your doorstep was considered good luck? Upon deep reflection, some would consider BLIND, our QUEST for the answers to lifes questions left us nothing more than the hunger for some sweet, CANDY! Offerred by our children with honest KINDNESS!

Thanks for allowing us to participate. Much fun!