From the gums of babes…
My mom found this during a spring cleaning/archiving blitz and e-mailed it to me over the weekend. It’s not as precocious a writing sample as my “Declaration of Inde-bedness” and it didn’t help me get into Northwestern like the “Why I Want to be an Astronaut” essay.
But it does tell us two very important things. 1.) My poor spelling is in no way a recent affliction. 2.) I know what I’m worth and I won’t take a penny less.
I don’t recall writing this, but I’m pretty sure the tooth fairy did leave me a ‘dolor’ per ‘molor’ instead of the usual 50 cent piece.
