Category Archives: Views of Adults
It’s probably safe to assume that Uncle Jeff has a hairy chest and arms, as well.
Thanks to Jessica for sharing her 7-year-old’s astute, concise observations detailing the only real meaningful difference between males and females.
Speaking of being observant, this is a great time of year to discover some hidden gems in your children’s backpacks as you
decontaminate and disinfect clean them out. Please consider submitting these treasures to Stuff Kids Write! (No, we’re not referring to the rock-hard, half-eaten cheese sticks; we mean the humorous school assignments.)
And have a terrific Father’s Day, all you hairy beasts out there! Just don’t go shedding all over everybody!
We at SKW hereby officially declare this note from 9-year-old Ryan to his father as the most convincing, guilt-inducing argument for plugging in a fan in the history of pleas to parents from their children for electrically generated air circulation.
Man, can those close-to-suffocating, very-nearly-heat-strokin’ first born sons lay on a guilt trip, or what?
Don’s 5-year-old daughter made this birthday card for her papa.
It really captures everything a papa could hope for on his birthday.
Attentive wait staff? Check.
Good beer? Check.
Happy birthday, indeed.
On behalf of SKW’s followers, a toast to Don, his daughter, and Papa! With good beer, of course. (Are there bad beers?)
Thanks for sharing, Don!
(You can check out Don’s thoughts on his daughter’s beerthday masterpiece at his blog, Don of All Trades.
Sometimes kids write in strange places.
Thanks to SKW reader Tina for submitting this awesome piece. She explains:
I found this note while moving. I’ve had that table for about 8 years and never knew it was there!
The unanswered question: Who wrote this?
Based on the sentiment expressed, we can at least narrow it down to only those kids who’ve ever had parents.
Eight-year-old Vivian keeps a notebook in the backseat of her family’s car.
“For emergencies,” she says.
Evidently she had an emergency last week. While stopped at a red light, she handed her mom this note:
Send us the funny things your kids (or other people’s kids) write. Email a jpeg image to firstname.lastname@example.org or email@example.com. Pieces can be posted with credit or anonymously, and if you have a personal blog/site you’d like us to link to, we will.
Last month, Tamara and her husband decided to go against their bacon-loving ways and forgo meat. For a month. They have five kids who were also subjected to their 30 Days to Beat the Meat challenge .
Their third child, at age 7, decided to write a persuasive note to her dad.
But for those of you who may think a husband does not need to answer to his wife, I refer you to My Big Fat Greek Wedding, an opus on relationships.
Now please go to Tamara’s blog, Tamara Out Loud. She is a fab woman and a fab writer who blogs about sex and faith and pole dancing, not always at the same time, but sometimes.
I love that I can leave things like Father’s Day cards and crafts to my kids’ teachers. On Friday, both Vivian and William brought home the worst-kept secrets ever: bird houses they painted and built in their Grade One classrooms.
They also brought home letters to their dad.
Here is William’s note. You can see my transcription (and interpretations) below.
Dear Dad [great beginning]
I Love you so much! [This sentence took me a day to write. I told Mom. She says either it's heartfelt or I spent 44 minutes daydreaming about Decepticons.]
I like shooting bask[ets] with you and playing soccer with you [especially when you I score on you, like I did at last night's parents vs. children soccer game].
love william [who needs capital letters? e. e. cummings didn't].
Here is Vivian’s letter (William’s twin sister):
Dear Dad [another fab opener],
Thank you for making my life better in the past few years [even though those first four years were very rough].
You ARE the best! [as opposed to…were?]
You buy us things we like [way too much according to Mom], and you play with us.You love us too.
Wow dad I don’t know how you do that [but I plan to google it soon].
You would get a trophy from me…You will! [but Mom doesn't like letting any more stuff in the house].
Love you[r] daughter Vivian [you know, in case you were thinking I was someone else's daughter].