While unloading Moira’s backpack yesterday afternoon, I found a very neatly folded piece of paper wedged all the way into one of the pockets. She is known for folding her assignments that have been graded and are ready to take home…not sure why. So I unwrapped the thing and was delighted to find this funny little story.
The Assignment: Pp is for Pick
My teacher asked me to pick where I would like to sit today. If I could sit anywhere in the school, I would sit in the… (now starts Moira’s contribution)
techers laweng room, because I could drink sodea and take a nap and I would order a pizza and slepe here but I would bring my closs.
Starts off all pre-teen and ends like the normal, thoughtful 6 year old that she is. We asked her how she knew there was soda in the teacher’s lounge and she said there must be because the teachers disappear in there and come out with cans. I don’t even remember knowing there was a teacher’s lounge until I was much much older.
This kid cracks me up.
