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.
Jessica submitted this piece from one of her students. In her words:
“I give my students a survey to complete at the end of the year. I use the information when I write my final report cards. This was from one of my little boys (2nd grade). Jayden was another second grade boy, and for a 7-year-old, he did have a lot of girlfriends!”
Moral of the story?
Being good at math doesn’t necessarily add up to more love from the ladies.
Leanne Shirtliffe (aka “Ironic Mom“) — the far-better and far-more-female half of Stuff Kids Write — has published a book!
Please check out her humorous parenting memoir titled Don’t Lick the Minivan by either clicking here or on the book’s cover you see to your left (no, your other left). Then buy it.
If you’re a parent, you’ll laugh and nod knowingly as you read Leanne’s honest, hilarious description of life with her twins (not those twins: her kids). If you’re not a parent, the book is a reasonably-priced form of birth control. Either way, it’s a win for you!
Following is a post from Leanne which first appeared on Stuff Kids Write in May 2011. It’s funny in a cringe-worthy sort of way and gives you a pretty good idea of what you can expect from Don’t Like the Minivan.
Soccer night. Two kids on two different teams playing at two different fields. I have enough equipment to load down a trio of Sherpas. My husband is at a meeting and, as usual, I’m barely coping in my attempt to get everything and everyone out the door. I send Vivian and William outside while I gather the last of the gear, which includes my mitts and sunglasses (nothing says soccer season in Canada like contrasting accessories).
The door slams behind me. I notice Vivian and William collecting rocks on the side of our driveway.
I load the last of the stuff and walk around to open William’s side of the van.
I see this writing:
“Did you use a rock to write on the van?” I say. Sometimes you have to ask the obvious.
Vivian looks at me. I can tell she’s stalling. “I’ll just crawl in William’s side,” she says.
“You didn’t write—“ I interrupt myself. “Did you carve things too?”
I walk over to the other side.
I see this.
My kids know by my speechlessness that they’ve done wrong.
I rub my index finger across one of the gorges. “This won’t come off,” I say. “Ever.”
I hear choruses of “I’m sorry” and “We didn’t know.”
And I think: Freaking stuff kids write.
Six-year-old Connor wrote about his family’s trip to Six Gun City in his “What I Did This Summer” journal.
Judging by that waterslide, it looks like a really fun place.
Who knows? Sex Gun City might be fun, too.
No word on what the waterslides are like there.
Thanks to Erica, Connor’s mom, for sharing his summer memory. Check out her blog here.
Please share your image of a funny piece of children’s writing by submitting to firstname.lastname@example.org or email@example.com.
If you do, we’ll let you go down that slide.
Or give you a ticket to Sex Gun City.
Whichever you prefer.
Six-year-old Alexis likes PE because her teacher makes up fun games.
Not that gas in PE isn’t fun.
Remember the cool little scooters?
Any game involving those is a perfect fit for flatulence. After all, breaking a bit of wind might provide a slight boost in propulsion, and it makes a pretty terrific sound effect. (Just don’t leave any skidmarks.)
And if you didn’t want to get caught underneath the parachute before, just wait until someone pulls the ripcord on one under there!
Do you think they put that hole in the middle of the fabric for ventilation?
Thanks to Shelley for sharing her daughter’s note with Stuff Kids Write. It’s no stinker, that’s for sure.
Please send us funny samples of kids’ writing you catch wind of.
Email to firstname.lastname@example.org or email@example.com.
A penise for your thoughts:
Do you think the teacher put them in a jar?
Thanks to Jeremy for sharing his 7-year-old’s plea for PENNIES with Stuff Kids Write!
You should share, too. Submit an image of a child’s funny writing to either firstname.lastname@example.org or email@example.com.
Who knows? Maybe you’ll get a popcorn party.
Seven-year-old Sage wrote a book.
We’ll let her tell you all about it:
A long, fun, weird story about a girl? What’s not to love about that!
Pretty savvy strategy by Sage giving us the CliffNotes version of her novel: just enough of a tease to get us to buy the to-be-published bestseller or go watch the film adaptation, but not so much as to spoil it for us.
Thanks to Sage’s mother, Toni, for sharing with Stuff Kids Write. If you have humorous kids’ writing you’re willing to share with our readers, please send it either firstname.lastname@example.org or email@example.com. Thanks!
Thanks to Jen for sharing this pic of her 7-year-old son Ty’s social studies test.
First off, we can all agree the teacher using an X to mark that first definition incorrect is ironic, right?
We can also agree that answer would have never been marked wrong in Pirating 101. (And by the way, in Dora the Explorer 101, the only acceptable response would be, “Loud, incessantly-repetitive thing that annoys the frickin’ hell out of anyone older than five.”)
Ty, your thinking is the real treasure here.
Well played, matey. Well played.