How We Roll

It's winter! Children are baking cookies and parents are buying presents for Christmas.

 Laszlo House Winter: I'm going to give you the good stuff first.

There's always the tradition of Christmas morning cinnamon rolls, candy on the trees, and presents and joy. Then there's also laughing at tacky Christmas specials, fighting with your siblings, and parents' present preparations.

In this house, about two weeks before Christmas, no one can go downstairs, unless someone broke their leg and my mom left the phone downstairs.

There's always going to be present preparations. In this house, there is never a bad present. If there is, suck it up and say thanks.

And, later in the winter, there's also the snow.

Of course, we're not allowed to throw snowballs at the littles, which is what we call our little siblings. But when me and Henry get into it, it's warfare.
 
Winter 101, in the Laszlo family house.

Sneaky Squashes

One day, I'm just sitting down, playing on the computer, and then my mom calls me down. And I'm like, "Am I in trouble, what's going on?" I don't know.

She takes me outside and shows me my garden. Wow, Mom. Plants. Big thing.

Then, she lifts up one of the leaves and I see this huge, and I mean HUGE (I never saw this, and I've had my garden for a while) white pumpkin. So, my brain is trying to process this, and the first thing that pops into my mind is that as soon as I dumped all those cucumber seeds into my garden, someone sneakily switched them out with pumpkin seeds. But as my brain narrows it down, it becomes more logical. Then, finally, it pops in. It was all the pumpkin seeds in the compost!

It's so weird how I've had this garden for three months, and these huge pumpkins grew behind my back. Like No big deal, we're just going to grow here. Oh, here he comes! Hide!"

I'm pretty disappointed in my garden for not growing cucumbers, but I'm also happy and proud. So, the moral of the story: Always double check your garden, because a ninja might have switched out your cucumber seeds with squash seeds.

Sneaky squashes are a force to be reckoned with.

A Masterpiece of Words

For our project, we need to file and sand boards. When I look at them, I get a sweet feeling, like love, right at the beginning.

 A lot of projects can be fun. They can start out good. They can end well. Some of them can even fail. But when you fail, you just gotta know how to pick yourself back up again. This project is going to be an art show with my mom. We're going to try and paint fifteen paintings apiece. It's going to be lots of fun. My brother will make make pastries and snacks.

But really, it's not about making money, or having a reason to make a party. For people who paint the stuff, it's about letting everything out. Letting out your expressions into art. To the artist, it's really just about being yourself. He or she has to put dedication into making people happy to be there.

We're all caged, and there's only one key for each of us, to get us out: when we figure out what we want to do when we grow up. It's not that easy for an artist. An artist has to figure out what he's going to do when he grows up, when what he wants to do most is be himself. End of story.