I wood really like a ball maze for christmas. I will be good and never hit again. I will *hit if i don't get one and will be very very very bad for the rest of my life. I really want one. I have been really good. Merry Christmas
Hopefully Santa got the final draft of this note.
*Gordon has assured me that he was just making a joke and wasn't at all planning on being mean.
**This was posted with Gordon's permission.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Monday, December 10, 2012
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
This is a nameless poem written by Mia when she was eight:
The big yellow sun feels so warm.
Sometimes I forget it might give me hives.
I still love the warmth.
It's so bright and pretty.
I love the sun.
The green grass smells sweet and fresh.
It's so green.
It seems impossible for it to turn yellow and die.
I hear it russel in the wind.
I love the green richness.
The blue sky is very pretty.
With white clouds too.
The clouds dot the sky.
The blueness is beautiful.
I love the sky