Young writers are in our midst.

I had a very productive and entertaining visit to the 2nd grade classes at Noah's school on Tuesday for my "Teach Children to Save" lessons. Two hours of 150 seven and eight year olds is exhausting, though. A few kids slipped me their email addresses, so I guess I did OK. Today, Noah gave me a pack of letters his class had written to thank me. Most mentioned the recycled money pencils I brought. Noah wrote a very legible and sweet letter to "Mrs. Roussel." Olivia wanted to know how grown ups make so much money. My favorite letter, though, came from a boy, who had extraordinarily neat handwriting for a second grader. He wrote, "Dear Mrs. Roussel, Do you remember when you came to our class? You said we could get extra money saving our money in the bank. I'm going to try that. Sincerely, Adam."

In creative writing news, Lex has been busy writing dramatic dialogue and composing some new songs because she is "practicing to be in a play with Grandpa Rick." Maybe she will include the following cycle-of-life poem she created today:

"Here comes the sun, here comes the sun.
Love is for everyone.
It's time for bed, it's time for bed
When all of us are sick or dead."

Either she's a really promising poet, or she plagiarized some Beatles lyrics...you make the call.

The words were loosed, the words were loosed. It was a compositional day at the Roussel Roost.