This past spring, when I. H. was in Year 2* at school, she wrote a story in her journal.
She is clearly attuned to pop culture and Chuck Norris facts, as you can see by this:
This is a brilliant illustration of cause and effect.
And I’m not surprised that Chuck Norris did that.
To read more of I.H.’s adventures, check out her mom Kirsty’s blog, Tantrums and Tears.
What has Chuck Norris made you do?
*Year 2 is the British equivalent of first grade.
As an English teacher and writer (yes, they’re sometimes mutually exclusive), parents frequently ask me how they can get their children to write outside of school.
I now have a new answer.
Threaten to take them to the dentist.
That’s what Joy Bennett did.
And this is how her five-year-old (S.) responded.
The primary purpose of writing is to communicate.
The most important tenet of writing is clarity.
I’d say S. nailed them both.
And I’m with him. I went to the dentist this morning. And in six months, I will echo S and say: no dentist no no no.
Any dentist stories out there?
Has your child, niece, or nephew done any comedic writing? If so, consider sending it to us at stuffkidswrite(at)gmail(dot)com.
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.
This morning, I found this note behind a dresser. I’m not sure when it was written or under what circumstances, but it pretty much cuts to the chase:
I’m about 82% positive my wife didn’t actually say “I don’t love you” to our 7-year-old son. He came to that conclusion after-the-fact based on some sort of traumatic interaction or event involving his mom. Three possible scenarios:
- A remnant of crust remained on a butter-and-jelly sandwich she had prepared for him.
- At bedtime, she laid in bed with his brother for 15 seconds longer than she did with him.
- She suggested that Yoda’s lightsaber skills are overrated.
Oh no she didn’t!
No, she probably didn’t.
If your children have ever played the guilt card on you, or you have any other funny writing they or other kids have composed, please share it with us by sending to stuffkidswrite (at) gmail (dot) com!
Sure, you love bacon, but do you know where it actually comes from?
Read Nicholas’s book, “All About Pigs,” and you’ll find out.
Besides being a terrific writer, Nicholas is also an outstanding illustrator, and you’ll see that he understands the value of a powerful, well-placed image to provide clarity for the reader.
This is about as clear as it gets.
Thanks to Nicholas and his mom Katie for sharing this “enlightening” kindergarten masterpiece with us.
And as school starts back up, please be on the lookout for funny stuff (intentional or otherwise) that kids write and send it to us at stuffkidswrite(at)gmail(dot)com.
DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in this work by 8-year-old WP are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, particularly a Grammy Award-winning artist, his feline companion, or the caricature from Lucky Charms cereal, is purely coincidental.
How I Got Kidnapped by Minim
Hi my name is slame shady leperchuan. And this is my story about how I got kidnapped by a rapper. Hope you enjoy!
Once opon a time there was a leperchaun named slame shady leperchaun. I met a rapper named minim. For some reason he kidnapped me. And you know what he made me do? He made me sing his latest hit! And after that he let me go. And you know what happened? His cat ate me whole! Yep! I told this whole story from a cat’s belly. The End.
(Ps. The cat ate my left hand.)
Thanks to Jamie for submitting this awesome, imaginative story from her son. It’s the cat’s meow.
Please go check out Jamie’s blog at All Things Fnkybee and follow her on Twitter at @Fnkybee.
To the best of our knowledge, she does not write from the belly of a cat.
Any kid will tell you: summer goes fast.
Too fast. In June it seems summer will be endless. Long, lazy days without an agenda. You get up when you want, meander around, fiddle with this, faddle with that, no rush, no worries, thinking to yourself, “I’ve got all summer.”
Then all of a sudden August is breathing down your neck. You get a little panicky and realize you’d better revisit your summer game plan and prioritize what you’re going to do with the precious time you have left.
Maybe you even write an affirmation statement to remind yourself.
Last week I walked downstairs and found this on the couch. I guessed it was the 7-year-old’s handiwork, judging by the fact that he’d signed his name to it twice.
Good to know that in addition to playing Star Wars, jumping on the tramp, and riding his bike, he’s going to squeeze in some time to put a beatdown on his 4-year-old sister before summer gets away from him.
Before summer gets away from you, submit something funny that a kid wrote to Stuff Kids Write! Just email an image of the writing, an explanation (if necessary), the child’s name (or initials) and age to stuffkidswrite (at) gmail (dot) com.
Introducing RK, a boy who will no doubt be featured regularly at SKW in the future.
In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if at some point we simply change the name of the site to Stuff RK Wrote (or Analyzed).
A couple things you need to know about this kid:
1. He is 8-years-old.
2. He is wicked smart.
3. Someday he will own three-quarters of the world.
See, RK is a numbers person. He looks at the world and sees figures and data and mathematical possibility.
Numbers people tend to make money. Lots of it. On the other hand, word people, like myself, tend to make witty comments to wealthy numbers people as we hand them Refried Burritonators and large Pepsis through the drive-thru window at Taco Bell.
RK’s numeric-rich DNA no doubt comes in large part from his dad, Travis, one of my best friends.
In college, Travis and I, along with our other roommate, The Wookie, would watch no less than 18 hours of SportsCenter per day. The Wookie and I would generally guffaw at the verbal hijinks of anchors Dan Patrick and Keith Olbermann while Travis would enter a Raymond-the-Rain-Man state of statistical computation and suddenly say things like, “Ahman Green averages 3.2 yards-per-carry on running plays to the left side of center during daytime conference home games, but he only averages 2.9 yards-per-carry when running over the right side during nighttime games away from home versus non-conference opponents.”
Then one of us would typically fart, say “Average that!”, and the three of us would laugh and drink another Keystone Light.
Man, those were the days.
Anyway, RK was genetically predisposed to be numbers through-and-through. And here’s an example. Travis found this file saved on the family computer (conveniently named “fdsafgfrftfvfbf jkl;jhjujyjmjnj dedswsaqa kiklol;p;.bmp”).
As far as we can tell, he was analyzing the type of Legos he has, possibly getting ready for a presentation to his parents about how he needs to have better diversification in his Legos portfolio. In our household, Legos have been used as currency in heated discussions regarding politics, work ethic, economics, and budgets. A way for dad to explain some things he can get passionate about and have his son relate.
Graphing his Lego portfolio? 8-years-old?
Hell, RK may end up owning four-quarters of the world.
Thanks, Travis, for sharing this. Please tell RK that I’d like to schedule an appointment to evaluate my Lego portfolio. It’d be nice to know when I can retire.
And if you wouldn’t mind, grab me another Key Light while you’re up.
The last thing we here at Stuff Kids Write want is for you, one of our terrific and loyal readers, to get injured while perusing a post. So if you’d please, follow along for some light stretching of the neck muscles.
First, chin to chest. Breathe in through the nose, out through the mouth. Hold it for a ten count. Beautiful.
Okay, now drape a tea towel over the back of your head, and using gentle resistance, pull your chin from your chest. Nice and easy. Don’t overdo it. That breathing is terrific. Well done.
Lastly, a couple of shoulder rolls. Five to the front. Wonderful. Now five to the back. Again, in through the nose, out through the mouth. Magnificent.
Are we limbered up?
Good. Now you can safely punk out to these lyrics co-written by AS, age 7, and MS, age 10.
So, we all feel better, right? And you didn’t pull anything? Everyone’s necks are okay?
Splendid. Now go jump off a cliff.
Oya. La. La.
Thanks to JM Randolph for this submission. Please go read her “adventures in half-assed step parenting” at Accidental Stepmom. You’ll see that she is a terrific writer and anything but a half-assed stepmom. She’s definitely full-assed.
One day Lori turned on the computer and found her son’s school assignment on the screen. He had written a letter to brothers Tiki and Ronde Barber, professional football players and authors of the children’s book Kickoff!
He had quite a few questions for the Barbers. Had they ever had concussions? How many NFL touchdowns had they scored? Did they play sports other than football when they were kids? Typical inquiries from an excited and curious 5th grader writing to a couple of his sports heroes.
Oh, and one more thing…
Stuff Kids Write staff contacted the Barbers and asked for comment. The brothers’ publicist forwarded this statement:
“Of course she was annoying! She’s a mom!”
Thanks for sharing, Lori. And thanks to everyone one who checked out Stuff Kids Write when it was Freshly Pressed this past week. Thanks especially to all of the new subscribers. We appreciate everyone’s support.
Leanne and Chase