Talk to the Goat
out of the mouths of babes...
my cousing when he was younger couldn't say my name (phillip) and it always came out sounding like "pup". it caught on, and now my entire family calls me that.
the part i really don't like is that they call me that in front of friends and in mixed company. i keep telling them to treat it like a swear word that they can only say around family.
It reminds me of my kids notes that they give me. It is so sweet. I love the language in the second one!
wow, your sister is really stupid. that wasn't really so much a story as it was just a list of semi-rhyming names with awful spelling and grammar. sorry, but you might have a retard on your hands.
i hope it was clear that i was kidding.
Awww, how sweet is that! Kids are so sweet sometimes we wish they could stay sweet and innocent forever, but everyone grows up. It's for the best.
sugar & spice & everything nice =)
you say "write stories in crayons" like that is a bad thing? and i think their spelling is just fine, i spell like that, and was educated in english.
i hose glade you shared that.
oh, and just so you know, i intend to use "i hose glade" every chance i get wherever i am. i hope it's not copywrited, not that it would stop me, but....
Me too, Retarius. Can one even be "hose glader"?
Those certainly do deserve Aws, J.
Little kids can be great...sometimes.
(ps: I'm fenton)
Your post reminds me of something I was thinking about last week. That is, every young pup should be seen as who they are, and who they will be.
While lots of humans seem to see youngsters as cute and adorable when they are learning the basics of language and other "civilized" constructs and mannerisms, what is really at the heart of the warmth we're feeling when we communicate with them is that we get to catch a glimpse of what is under the layers of crap we all wrap ourselves in as we get older.
The beauty, the honesty, and the love that is at the center of the individual - that really comes through in the letters you've saved.
The sad part is that humans rarely write with that kind of honesty again after they stop writing with crayons.
Then again what do I know? I'm just a dog pretending to know what a human pretending to know something about how a dog imagining himself as a human that thinks he know how he might have felt when he was really something completely d
How very sweet. A lot sweeter than my bro, the spine kicker!
that was sweet. i'm looking for stuff from my childhood now. just to remember how innocence felt like.
What a nice remembrance to put on your blog. Your sister must be someone very special.
That is adorable. I have a picture and a note from the girl I used to babysit for growing up that I keep on the wall to remember our fun times. I love those little-kid notes.
Sweet stuff.
My siblings and I continue to trade in what I choose to think of as 'affection-laden verbal abuse' - they don't really mean it... do they?
My most valued possessions are letters from my 9 year old sister - razor-sharp acid wit - and nothing's changed there.
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