My friend Sherise shared something with me a while ago that was so funny to me that I asked her for permission to share it here. She said yes.
So, she has a little notebook that she keeps in her purse to use as an exercise log. She opened it up the other day and found these words that had been penned by her 10-year-old son, a John Clancy in the making:
HUNTING THE MONSTER
by Jimmybobjoe Poony
I entered the cave. It stunk. Probably its poop.
Heard roaring. It might be farting.
Found monster. It's my brother. He must have gotten lost at the Barbie convention. He loves Barbies. Too much.