I can't remember being asked to write anything in kindergarten. Anyway, boys are wired for mathematical ans mechanical stuff, and they love to build things. Let them play with blocks and make models, for heaven's sake.
BS. I was measured at 7th grade spelling level in 2nd grade. Granted, it was a California school in 1963. By 4th grade, I got one of those "boy hater" teachers. My perfect scores in spelling pissed her off. She literally pulled me out of my chair and threw my on the floor. I spent many hours sitting on the concrete outside of the classroom. In spite of the constant abuse, that bitch of a teacher couldn't knock me down academically. The school was Hazel Goes Cook Elementary School. The teacher was Cynthia Richmond. Her willing accomplice, Gunnar Ostrand, was the principal. I loath both of them. Thankfully, my dad took a new assignment at the Pentagon. The rest of elementary school was split between Taylor Elementary in Norfolk, VA, West Springfield Elementary in Springfield, VA and Rolling Valley Elementary in Springfield, VA. The teachers in VA were definitely an improvement over CA.