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A Poem for My Sister, circa 1981
When I was ten years old, I decided to write a poem for my sister, Patti, who was six years older than me.
Patti loved playing tennis against the garage door of our giant machine shed and would spend hours doing this instead of playing with her little sister who followed her around when we weren’t doomed to cut acres of grass or pick the evil weed portulaca from our garden for two weeks.
My poem showcases my tennis-loving sister.
It also showcases
- political incorrectness
- why I should never be allowed to rhyme
- my horrific signature.
Enjoy.
The crossed-out line reads: “Until she thinks of Brad.” I suspect I edited this because I knew Patti would smash a tennis ball at my face if I read it to her.
Happy Birthday, dear sister. Next time, I’ll tell the prostitute/hooker story or the lawn mower joy ride story or how you snuck me into bars when I was 14…and 15…
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Do you have any funny writing from when you were young?
Please send it to us at StuffKidsWrite(at)gmail(dot).com.
What Toddlers Think of Their Fathers
Last year, when Dylan was three, her nanny asked her questions about her daddy and recorded her answers. With Andy’s permission, we’ve annotated Dylan’s responses.
One thing is for sure: Dylan loves her Daddy.
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Special thanks to Andy of Our Life in 3D for submitting this. He and Dylan’s Mommy have an entertaining daughter!
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With both Mother’s and Father’s Day coming up, why not have your child fill in a questionnaire and send us the humorous results? Email us at stuffkidswrite(at)gmail.com.
If You Want To Know What’s Disgusting, Ask a First Grader
When Jayla was six, she wrote a journal entry about what is disgusting–or as she brilliantly called it: uscuseen.
And Jayla is right. The rat is uscuseen. So is the fact that the three females in the picture have nicer handbags than me.
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Thanks to Jayla’s mom, Veronica, for submitting this treasure from Jayla’s first grade journal. You can see more of Veronica’s gems at Mamma Bird Musings.
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Now tell us: what do you find uscusseen?
To Believe or Not To Believe a 6-Year-Old
Years ago, when S was six, she desperately wanted to help her older brother. He had hurt himself and S. was insisting on nursing his injuries. Her 11-year-old brother obviously had little faith in her medical skills and wouldn’t let S near him.
So S wrote her big brother a persuasive note.
"Why do you never believe me. I believe you so why do you not believe me. And I love you. From S."
Bless little S, her persuasion techniques, and the effort she took to spell “from.”
Don’t stop believing.
Except that song is now stuck in my head.
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Thanks to S’s mom who submitted this note from her archives. Please go visit her blog at Art Club Blog.
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Please look through your own archives and send submissions of funny stuff that kids write to stuffkidswrite(at)gmail(dot)com.
How To Stop Old People from Going into Your Bedroom
My friend Lisa has 3 daughters within two years of each other. Their household is a busy one. As a family, they do a lot of crazy things together, like going backwoods camping, sleeping in tents in the winter for fun, and – gasp – doing crafts.
Recently, one of her 8-year-old twins decided to keep her older sister out of her room. She crafted the following note and hung it on her door.
M. does mean it. I know that little puppy in the corner looks innocent, but he could turn on you.
I think I need one of these for my bedroom. Only I might change the “over” to “under.” I mean it. Woof.
Things That Are Scary to Kids and Adults
There are many things that I find scary, including running out of money, peanut butter, and toilet paper. Valentine’s Day can also be frightening.
But Jayla has personified an even bigger fear.
Last year, when Jayla was six, she wrote this in her journal:
That is one skary test, deserving of nine exclamation marks. I can hear the test’s maniacal laugh, made that much more sinister because it’s a lipstick-wearing test. Those are the worst kind.
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Thanks to Jayla’s mom, Veronica of Mama Bird Musings for sending this to us. Please visit her blog.
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Submit your child’s funny writing (or the writing of a random stranger who’s little) to us at StuffKidsWrite(at)gmail(dot)com. Chase will answer your email.
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Now it’s your turn. What do you find skary?
The Origin of the “Dear Jane” Letter
I’ve broken up with a few men in my time. It was nearly as painful as being dumped. Okay, maybe not. But it was the one time in my life where I had few words.
I could have used Ian then.
Ian is seven.
Ian gets it. He’s got the phrasing.
Look at the character worksheet Ian completed at school last month. The question was: “Would you like to have the character as a friend? Tell why or why not.”
Ian’s response: “I would not like to have the character for a freind because she is a girl and not my tipe.”
Thank you Ian for being direct. We are grateful that you’re not going to be one of those guys who just doesn’t return our calls or texts or tweets …
When Your 7-year-old Is As Melodramatic As a Teen
I wrote schmaltzy, over-the-top poetry as a teenager. I still have some of it. Vague notions of what it would be like to be loved by a boy, or at least to find one who wasn’t afraid of me, filled my notebook.
Most of this over-emoting passed in Junior High, thankfully. In Senior High, I seemed to hit my stride (almost literally on the basketball court), replacing many of my obsessive thoughts about boys with other obsessions, like my free throw and turnover percentages.
Now, decades later, I think I’ve passed on my early teen propensity for melodrama to my daughter, Vivian, who frequently expresses all of her emotions in writing. Recently, I annoyed my Grade Two cutie once again. I can’t remember what I wouldn’t do for her (perhaps pack her school bag or let her have a third cheese stick). Suffice it to say I was ignoring her request, like many an online parent.
Snubbed, Vivian threw open her craft drawer, yanked out a sheet of paper, and scrawled her thoughts quickly. She then slammed her note on the table beside me and strode away.
I had come face-to-face with a teenager, possibly my younger self.
I closed my computer and read the note below:
As a parent, not only have I become my mother, but I’ve also become my daughter.
Send help, most likely to Vivian, who’s stuck with me.
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Please help me to interpret Vivian’s usage of “Uh-ta” in the note. Funny responses are welcome.
From Liquor to Body Parts: Kids and Their Vices
On the first few days of school, most teachers gather some background information, trying to get to know the students who will be occupying their classroom for the next ten months.
So like all his second grade classmates, J completed a worksheet about his favorite activities, hobbies, and sports. His mom Susanna came across her son’s handiwork at his Back-To-School night.
This is what she saw.
As a teacher herself, Susanna was particularly horrified by her son’s favorite hobby: partying. More subtle was his favorite place to go, Ronny’s Market, their neighborhood liquor store. And she’s pretty sure J’s favorite thing to collect is “pennies,” not penis as it looks. But at she says, who knows?
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To read about more of J’s antics, please go and visit Susanna Morgan’s blog, Not June.
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How would your child/niece/neighbor’s kid (or you) answer these questions?
Please remember to submit your child’s writing to us at stuffkidswrite (at) gmail (dot) com.
Fighting: An Ageless Poem
Six-year-old E.R. wrote this poem as part of a school project:
Fighting
It’s my turn on the slide.
My sister fights with me.
I get somewhere first.
My sister fights with me.
I climb up the slide.
My sister fights with me.
I climb up the ladder.
My sister fights with me.
The end.
E.R.’s mom Elizabeth, who blogs at Confessions of a Mediocre Mom, submitted this piece along with this commentary:
I am an only child, and everyone tells me this is completely normal sibling stuff. I still can’t help but think that if her only inspiration is the animosity in her home life, perhaps I should put that college fund on hold and start saving for therapy instead.
We say keep the college fund going, Elizabeth, because anyone with a sibling or who has more than one child will agree:
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Poems such as this are perfectly normal.
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Poems such as this could have a hundred verses.
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Poems such as this could fill a thousand volumes.
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Poems such as this were undoubtedly etched into the walls of caves during prehistoric times.
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Poems such as this will be written a thousand years from now on whatever people write on at that time.
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