Sunday, September 19, 2010

Kids can't write

Since my mother cut our cable, Rachel has been playing her Wii to cope with withdrawal. Her Wii marathon yesterday kept her sore today, so in Sunday school she wrote this prayer:

I pray for
me because I hurt myself almost everywhere.

What a prayer. When I look back at my writing from middle school, I feel the same way I feel about my sister's writing. I wrote an awful poem comparing organized office supplies with racism. Here's an excerpt:

I know I don't belong
In a folder named Asian
So I know no one else does


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