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

Wow.