A few gems from this week:
When asked why the little bird in the story was sad...
"I like to go to Hooters and look at boobies."
C'mon! You are seven years old. Isn't that supposed to be the only age when human males DON'T think about boobs? I mean, it's literally smack dab in the middle of the short range between breastfeeding and puberty. Not cool. FYI, neither Hooters nor boobies played a role in why the little bird was sad, so not only are you inappropriate, you are also incorrect.
When asked why getting good grades is important...
"Well if I don't get good grades then I will have to live on the street, work at Jack in the Box, buy a cheap sofa, and I'll never get a pretty wife."
Glad to see that you have your priorities in line.
When asked to write about his pet...
"We had a mean dog named Rocky and he didn't die but he went to live on a farm because he was too wild."
Really? Parents are still using the "farm" story?! Poor kid. :(
Did I mention that I'm way more excited than I should be for the extra long weekend? Happy MLK Day everyone! :)
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