Sunday, December 7, 2008

On politics

The people that want to be president just want to be powerful, and that’s not right. You’re supposed to help your country, not be powerful and say YOU’RE FIRED to people every time they do something wrong and like demand stuff that your guards should do for you. If you do that, most of your people might go away to a different country. It’s not only about being powerful.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

A concert

My mom has a movie that is a concert!

The story of a movie is called the plot. And this plot is about a girl who likes to be fancy, a boy who likes to play the guitar, and an old guy who plays the drums and looks like my poppy. And there is another guy who plays the drums but is not the best drummer in the world.

My grampy used to be in a band and play the guitar like the boy in the movie. But this boy can play his guitar just by hitting it! And I thought he was gonna smash his guitar but he didn’t.

I am going to talk to my music teacher so I can learn how to play an instrument and be in a band like the one in the movie. I think that would be good. My favourite guy is the drummer. I like to watch him play the drums. And I think he is the best drummer in the world even though the main movie is about the girl.

My mom says you have to practise for an hour every day to be in a band. That is a lot. But I think I would like it.

I think the girl is young. Not like the old guy who plays the drums. And I think the guy who plays guitar is old, too. The girl is young and she plays the tambourine. She likes to dress up in capes and dance around and it looks like she has wings.

Love, Michael

Friday, October 17, 2008

A political message

Dear everyone,

I hope John McCain doesn’t see this.

You should vote for Barack Obama. I watched the debate with my mom and he is better. And I just like him. Boo on John McCain. I think he might even be older than my grampy.

I called my grampy to tell him to vote for Barack Obama, but he was asleep, so I told my grammy to tell my grampy to vote for him. I really think he should be the president. I wish kids got to vote, because if we did, I would vote for Barack Obama. And did you know that he has two children? They are so lucky.

I told my grampy that I would go and visit him on Christmas if he votes for Barack Obama. That is even though I wanted to visit Daniel on Christmas.

I need to call more people and tell them to vote for him. Hang in there, Obama.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

My Grampy

My grampy was tricking me. He said that only old people could wiggle their fingers like him, but I figured it out and I am gonna show it to him when I see him. And he snaps his fingers really fast. I am good at snapping my fingers and I am gonna be just as good as him.

I am good at other things, too. Like I am really flexible, and I don’t think he is as flexible as me. And I am a good skier. I once skied for three miles in minus 45 and I wasn’t even cold. And nobody else was with me because they all thought it was too cold. I bet I am better at skiing than my grampy.

My dad says that Grampy looks like Indiana Jones, but I don’t think so. My grampy has a big big head, and Indiana Jones has a skinny head like my dad’s. So I don’t think they look the same.

From Michael

Monday, April 7, 2008

Paleontology expert

Dear everyone,

Dinosaurs lived a LONG LONG time ago. They died and all their skin went away and then they were dead for so long that it was only their bones left and sometimes they would turn into fossils. Scientists don’t know why they died. But lots of them think a meteor crashed into the earth and put a lot of dust in the air and all the plants and trees died so the dinosaurs couldn’t live. And they all died and some of them went into fossils. But here’s the funny thing: Some animals didn’t die! Some scientists think they hid until it was safe to come out again.

From Michael

Friday, February 22, 2008

Dear Grampy,

You are very good at writing sentences.

If something’s real, that means it’s real. Sometimes you can’t see things that are real. But they’re still real. But sometimes people make up stories, and that isn’t real. And if it isn’t real, I can’t believe it. That is why I do not believe in angels. I think it is just a story.

I want some things to be real, but they’re not, so I do not believe them. I cannot believe it if it isn’t real.

From Michael

Monday, February 18, 2008

Dear Grampy,

There’s no kids allowed to read this.

How would I be able to explain it when I don’t even know what the tooth fairy looks like? I don’t even know if she is real or not.

I don’t believe in the tooth fairy. Nice try but I think you are trying to trick me. My dreams are NOT real. When you are dreaming, you only think it’s happening, but it’s really not. Someone’s just tricking you and making it seem like it’s real. But really it isn’t.

My mom tells me things and then I just get the idea. Just like when my mom said she got me a Wii, so I don’t need a DS. Then I knew that Santa Claus wasn’t real. All of the adults were tricking me and the other kids. I think the tooth fairy is like that. I think it’s a story that adults say.

I will never believe in the tooth fairy. I KNOW there’s no such thing. TELL ME. TELL ME. There’s no such thing as a Santa and no such thing as an Easter bunny. THAT EXPLAINS IT. THERE CAN’T BE ONE. Santa Claus is like the king and he isn’t real. How can the tooth fairy be real?

From Michael
Problem Fixed