My name...

My name is Jory. I am six-years-old and I am graduating from kindergarten.

When I grow up I want to be an airplane pilot. I want to go to college to learn how to fly airplanes.

I like to see the flaps on the wings move when the airplane lands. I like when the airplane takes off over the ocean.

I would like to fly the plane for President Barack Obama. It is called Air Force One. The End.

That is the brilliant speech the valedictorian of the kindergarten class gave. This kid is a genius. I am madly in love with him. I am so glad all that six-year-old deliciousness is mine.




Every day the sun comes up around him
He can make the birds sing harmony.
Every drop of rain is glad it found him
Heaven must have made him just for me
When he smiles so warm and tender,
A sight for sore eyes to see.

Oooh,
Ain't no son like the one I've got
Oh, no, they don't come better
To make him happy doesn't take a lot
He don't ask for things (except for trains, cars, buses, and planes), no diamond rings
So together, like a hand in glove
Like pages in a letter
Ain't no son like the one I love