Chloe’s Three Biggest Fails/Highlights of the Past Week – Part I
P.S. This is the extremely talented Chloe writing.
The Soda Can Apocalypse
During lunch, when with a crowded group of people, there will come the time when you knock something over. For some it goes worse than others, as for me it went worse. When I knocked my friend’s seltzer can over, I went into immediate action mode.
Sophie wrote her annual letter to Santa, all by herself. The text and the spelling are all hers. I told her one Mallomar was enough for Santa because he was on a diet and that she didn’t need to leave him a glass of milk because he was also lactose intolerant.
We all survived the night camping out as a family in our living room. By the way, this is the closest we will ever come to real camping. I felt about 10 years older when I woke up, thanks to the fact that my legs, too long for the corner of the couch I was sleeping on, were completely cramped. Our power was still out when we awoke (and still is and likely will be for days and days and days) and fallen branches were everywhere, but we were safe.
Sophie spent the last two weeks at the art camp run by our local museum’s school of art. During that time, she created eight small masterpieces, all channeling different abstract artists. The children’s inspirations included Picasso, Klee, Rothko, the designer Marimekko, and others. A pretty cool way to spend the summer, don’t you think?
Chloe is the 5th grade winner of our town library’s annual summer reading bookmark contest. She learned she had won through a couple of kids at our bus stop, who congratulated her on her victory after they saw her bookmark displayed at the library.
Sophie’s first poem for pinkmenot.com. Enjoy.
At the risk of stating the obvious, it’s called “The Watermelon.”
One day Santa tried to go down a chimney
But because he was so very fat,
He got stuck and said “oh crap!”
And because he said that word,
He was put on the Naughty List,
Which made him so very, very pissed
So then he was quite annoyed
‘Cause Santas who are on the
Naughty List always get unemployed
She’s a budding writer, let me tell you. The spelling is all hers.
*******
Flower
Flawer
In the
Breeze
You look
Pretty
As me
Please
Flower
Flower
You
Look
Pleased
In a three
So as me
You look
Down
In a frown
Nice and
Daring as me
