Featured today at Stuff Kids Write is 6-year-old E.R.’s poem titled “Fighting.” I bet you can’t guess what it’s about. Here’s a hint: her younger sister. Click here to read a piece that everyone with a sibling or multiple children can relate to.
A first grader using a Chuck Norris-ism in a school writing assignment? Holy Walker: Texas Ranger! Click over to StuffKidsWrite.com to find out how this young writer referenced the legend. And remember, “Chuck Norris is a man of few words. Chuck Norris is not a man of few roundhouse kicks to the face.”
Over at Stuff Kids Write, we have a marriage proposal written by a 6-year-old complete with “Yes” and “No” check boxes. I think he should have included a “Prenuptial” check box, as well, but maybe that’s just being cynical. Go check it out here.
Today I found a note that Slim had written for Kick Ass Wife at some point and left in the Hellcat’s room. Ouch. Click here to see how he shamed his mother.
Nicholas, age 5, wrote this informative guide to pigs. It’s enlightening, to say the least. Click here to learn more about where bacon, ham, and other pig products actually come from.
I haven’t been writing much, but fortunately Slim has been picking up the slack. You can read one of his recent pieces over at StuffKidsWrite.com. Click here to read about Slim’s updated summer plans.
There is an 8-year-old, RK, featured at StuffKidsWrite.com today who could best be described as a numbers guy. He’s a lot like his dad, one of my best friends. Click here to check it out.
If you like punk, you’ll love the lyrics co-penned by two young writers in New Jersey that is featured at Stuff Kids Write today. And it was submitted by one of my favorite bloggers, JM Randolph who writes at Accidental Stepmom.
Click here to get your punk on.
But be careful not to strain a neck muscle while thrashing out to it.
From a young age, kids are master negotiators. Click here to see an example.
Yesterday we had monkey balls at our house.
You probably know what I’m talking about. Marshmallows wrapped in biscuits cooked in sugar, cinnamon, and butter.
Some people call this tasty little conglomerate monkey bread.
Those people are unimaginative.
Anyway, breakfast served up a rapid-fire series of “That’s what she said” moments for Kick Ass Wife and me. We barely had time to savor one before another was zinging our way.
I think it was the monkey balls.
Here’s a sampler platter. As you read each one, please feel free to murmur ”TWSS” under your breath like KAW and I do.
The Hellcat, knowing her dad’s appetite for monkey balls, and pretty much anything, really, was concerned that there would not be enough left for her to have more:
KAW: “I will not let Dad eat all the monkey balls.”
Hellcat: “You need to spank Dad if he eats it all.”
KAW: “I will.”
Slim to me after I dished him up a second helping:
“You gave me like 10 inches of this thing!”
Perpetual Motion explaining to KAW why he wouldn’t eat something on his plate:
“But it’s too hard!”
KAW explaining to the Hellcat why Tax Credit #4 didn’t need a second helping of monkey balls:
“I already gave him two bowls of Pirate’s Booty this morning.”
(Pirate’s Booty, by the way, is some sort of cheesy rice cake/popcorn like stuff with a phenomenally cool name.)
And speaking of phenomenally cool name, click here to read about a 6-year-old’s experience with Blair’s After Death Sauce, which his dad, Lloyd, thankfully documented and shared with us at StuffKidsWrite.com. You’ll be glad.
And after that, click here to see the note that 8-year-old MM had to write home because he was licking his elbow rather than spending his time wisely, whatever that means.
Elbow licking or otherwise, have a great Monday, everyone. And spend your time wisely…