The book Olivia wrote this week probably falls under the Parenting 101 category of my poll. Some of you had voted to hear about my failures to make you feel better about yourselves. This one is a doozy, I think, and it is what happens when your six year old just happens to sit quietly on the couch, not being noticed, while her teenage sisters pick the TV shows. Feel free to single click on the picture to see it in all it's horrifying truth, but then don't forget to back arrow to see the rest. (A new window will NOT pop up with the picture.)
Let me translate for you:
She titled it: Bad Kids
This page got cut off. It reads: Me and Danielle went to the park and then bad kids came. Then the bad kids almost got caught but then the bad kids caught me.
Danielle didn't get caught and then she got caught. Danielle was sad.
Then they picked us up. My mom saw us. She was sad.
Then they put us in the grave. Rhonda came to see Danielle's grave.
So, believe it or not, my problem is mostly with this ending. They "poot" these girls in a grave??? And I only came to see Danielle's??? WTF??
Is that possibly Freudian for "My Mom isn't home enough?" Does she think I don't care? Does she think I've forgotten her? Does she think that "Rhonda" would just be sad and not totally crushed beyond belief, and immediately beside her in that grave should anything happen to her?
And lastly, I wonder what the heck her teacher thought when she saw this! Bwahahahahaha! I think I should be expecting a children's services employee at my door very soon.