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RIP Mr. Bubls

Ethan’s family had a funeral when his sister’s fish died. Ethan wrote a eulogy of sorts to commemorate the tragedy.

Death has never been described so succinctly.

Admittedly, not so great for Mr. Bubls (RIP), but good for us, even though we do fell bad.

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Let it Linger (And Leave a Note)

Chrissy found this laying on her husband’s pillow:

chrissy.pillow.fart

 

When documenting incidents of flatulence in relation to bedding, accurate timestamping is always important.

Armpit Farts: The Only Way to End Your Day

Michael over at Dadicus Grinch shared this daily “To Do” list that his 7-year-old son Hayden brought home from school one day.

Michael asked if the teacher had assigned Hayden and his classmates the job of making a list: “No, a few of us just wanted to make them.”

You’ll find that Hayden’s list is incredibly thorough (and hilarious).

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A couple of annotations, courtesy of Michael:

4. “Special” is the term for a rotating class: Art, Gym, Music…

14. “Pink” is what we call their fluoride rinse. So glad that I put the fear of the dentist in them — can you tell?

17. “Jump and do armpit farts” The boy is lucky he hasn’t cracked any ribs he’s been doing so many damn armpit farts.

In honor of 7-year-olds everywhere, we at Stuff Kids Write invite to join us in completing Hayden’s list today.

Just don’t crack any ribs.

A Sole-ful Confession

Max Note

 

Thanks to Thom for sharing this confessional note courtesy of his 4-year-old (with a possible assist from his preschool teacher).

Max’s preschool teacher. Not Thom’s.

P.S. – Daddy, Help Yourself to the Three-Layer Dark Chocolate Stuff

Olivia shared this note from her 8-year-old daughter, Teagan.

It’s clear that Teagan understands how dads operate. Her mom explains:

Tonight I had to run by the grocery store to pick up a prescription. Two kids in tow, I sent them to go pick out some Jell-o or pudding (they didn’t even have to agree on a flavor). They thought I was the coolest mom ever; I was just happy to not have them in the pharmacy line with me.

My son, who’s 7, returned with the adult version of pudding: dark chocolate, three layers, and a something that was supposed to look like raspberries. My daughter, who’s 8, came back with lemon-lime Jell-o. Sugar free. In other words, about as tempting as the open-backed gown and hospital bed that usually accompany such a treat.

When we got home, each kid enjoyed a cup and then headed towards their bedtime routines. I went about picking up the tornado of the day, and upon opening the fridge I found this (at least she wrote it with love):

We can only assume that the three-layer, dark chocolate pudding – which did not have a sticky note disclaimer – was fair game.

Smart girl, Teagan.

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Thanks to Olivia for submitting to Stuff Kids Write (and please go check out her site Cross Training). She would probably agree that it took her less time to snap a pic of Teagan’s note and email it to stuffkidswrite@gmail.com than it would to eat one of those Jell-o snacks. And Stuff Kids Write has zero calories! (Open-backed gowns are optional.)

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