My eight year old's grade three teacher recently gave the class an assignment to write about their weekend. Here's what my kid came up with:
"My weekends
It is not that I mind being chained in the basement. It is just that when the meat is thrown the rats have the advantage in size numbers and weight. Savagely beat I scrub the steps I then clean the sports cars with my toothbrush. Then I go in for a breakfast of thin under nourishing gruel and sour milk that’s 2 months past its due date. Then scrub the garage clean. I then clean my captors bed by hand sheets and all. "
My wife was mortified, I couldn't stop laughing.
Don't worry, I would NEVER let him use a toothbrush on the Porsches.
