Skip to main content

The wisdom of a child

I got an email this morning from Tunde who forwarded me an essay that his seven-year-old nephew, nicknamed Bookie, was instructed to write after hitting Tunde's other nephew (a two-year-old). The essay's topic? Reasons why you shouldn't pick on kids smaller than you. Regrettably, Tunde was unable to scan the real thing, as that would have been awesome. However, I've reproduced what I imagine the original essay looks like (click below to read it).

I'm amazed at this kid's maturity. At the tender age of seven, he's realized one of life's most important lessons: No matter how tempted you are to double backflip lightening kick or reverse and lunge punch someone in their stupid face...you can't, you just can't. The end result is either death (bad) or severe neck pain (which anyone over 25 can tell you, it feels almost worse than death).


Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket

For those of you having trouble reading the text, here it is again:

"The reason why I cant hit kids younger or smaller is because it can hert them (even though its fun to pick on little kids.) I have to stop picking on little kids because its mean. If I pick on little kids I'd try a double backflip lightneng kick with a reavers and lunge punch. I don't want to get in trouble or get beat up or bounced off the trampoline or head smacked into the wall. I will stop picking on little kids I done want to heart them or ill be heart most. I'll have to stop or my neick will hearting. I have fun with the small kids. Will I have fun with them I have to find out I will have fun I know I will I have to orells I am dead I will have to stay out of trouble."

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Best Taco Bell in Germany

 Last weekend, I crossed off a major item on my bucket list. I went to Taco Bell in Germany. "But Raven, shouldn't you aspire to better, healthier things that have a measurable positive impact on society?" I know that's what you're thinking, but I don't really give a crap... because you are not the boss of me.  I wanted Taco Bell, because it's probably the one thing from back at home that I crave the most. Say what you want about it (again, I don't give a crap), but get at me when you've spent years away from your homeland and are unable to acquire whatever nasty-ass comfort food is available wherever you're from. For me, my nasty-ass comfort food of choice is Taco Bell...with Sonic a close second. However, you can't even find Sonic all over the U.S. and I don't find myself craving burgers and hot dogs all the time (plus, those urges are a lot easier to satisfy than a craving for Mexican or Tex-mex).
3 comments
More crap »

...and now a few words about German Rap #1

Hi, I know many of you don't know or care about German-language rap, but I do. And sometimes I want to write about it. Without proper context or introductions or explanations, it might be a little tough to follow it all. However, I'll try to throw in some wikipedia links. If you do listen to/are interested in German-language rap, then here's a chance to read some of my opinions. - Raven (Keeping in mind that I have no kind of statistics to back this up) But I think that Fettes Brot (the German hip-hop trio) is probably the most overall dissed group in the German rap scene. Notice I used the qualifier "group" because the most dissed individual would probably be Eko Fresh (sorry, Frosty ?)-- because, really, that dude has stepped on A LOT of toes in (comparatively) short amount of time. You could maybe make the same case with Die Fantastischen Vier , but it's hard to diss bajillionaires. I mean, ok, it's actually really easy to diss bajillionaires, just ha...
7 comments
More crap »

Horden

I went into the kitchen after work the other day to grab myself a bite to eat. Looking over at the window, I saw three or four black dots crawling over the window. Moving in for a closer look, I then saw that the dots were actually ladybugs ( Marienkäfer ). And my heart was like, "Awwww...ladybugs...cute" or whatever. It wasn't long before I noticed that it wasn't merely three or four ladybugs, but a swarm of them congregating in the upper right corner of the window frame. Easily multiple dozens of them. I had forgotten that this happened once the weather dropped. The same thing occurred last fall/winter and it freaked me out. There were just so many of them. In my mind, I immediately thought of my niece Gabi. She's 10 years old now and I really don't know what she likes anymore, but back in the day, whenever she saw a ladybug, she would kind of flip out. Her reaction wasn't fear, but rather like she was almost emotionally overtaken by the sheer beauty of ...
5 comments
More crap »