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Mom, You’re Cooler than Squashed Possum!

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Kristen’s 9-year-old composed this ode to her awesomeness for Mother’s Day.

We can only imagine how teary-eyed Kristen was after reading it.

Teary-eyed from laughter, possibly, but teary-eyed nonetheless.

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Thanks to Kristen for putting her modesty aside and sharing with the readers of SKW how she puts roadkill to shame. Check out her blog here. (SPOILER ALERT: No roadkill.)

You should share some funny kids’ writing with us, too! End-of-school time is a great opportunity to discover a treasure in a child’s backpack. (SPOILER ALERT: There may be roadkill.)

Email an image of the piece to either leanneshirtliffe@gmail.com or mcfadden.chase@gmail.com. Or to both if you’re feeling ambitious.

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Pulling the Rip Cord

You know the ol’ school yard saying: The smeller’s the feller… who was the second person to jump out of the plane.

For more bodily function prose, click here.

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:

    • Poems such as this are perfectly normal.

    • Poems such as this could have a hundred verses.

    • Poems such as this could fill a thousand volumes.

    • Poems such as this were undoubtedly etched into the walls of caves during prehistoric times.

    • Poems such as this will be written a thousand years from now on whatever people write on at that time.

Siblings. Fighting. Yes.

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So, any memorable “fighting” episodes wtih a sibling that you’re willing to share in the comments section below? How about your own kids? What do they fight about? (It may be quicker to discuss what they don’t fight about.)

Ding! Ding! Let’s drop the gloves and talk sibling scraps!

Mean Notes for Daddy

My daughter, Vivian, likes to write.

Last weekend, she and her dad were watching Canada and Germany play soccer in the Women’s World Cup.

Daddy told her not to talk, so she wrote.

At first, Vivian engaged him with trivia.


After a few more pages of questions like “find the nouns in this sentence,” my husband told her he didn’t want to play anymore. He wanted to watch the soccer game.

Vivian answered with notes.

Note 1:

Note 2:

(In case you’re wondering, he’s her biological dad).

Note 3:

Vivian is going into Grade 2, and she’s mastered the art of the note.

In rhyming couplets.

Help me.