kids say the darnedest things

Uncle Al found this in a cabinet that belonged to his parents (my grandparents). It was apparently written by a 9-year old me and a 4-year old cousin Justin (I'm guessing a 2-year old Jule was just too young to be a part of our grand plans at this point). You see, dear readers, I was not always the maven of grammar and spelling you now know and love. At nine, I was rather daft. Just ask Stanta:



In case you can't read it, "Dear Stanta, We left some things in hope that we will someday we will be your helpers. Yours sincerly, Jamie & Justin." I wonder what things we left? And practically a full month before Christmas?? I wonder if my 2 misspelled words and awkwardly constructed sentence is what kept Stanta from assigning me a helper-ship?

When my grandparents passed away, we found many such gems. I love that they kept these things. My mom gave me a few as mementos. Not to be outdone by Uncle Al, I found this in my scrapbook and photo'd it as well:



I can't decide if my favorite part is that the outside of this folded sheet said "I hope you get well soon!!" meaning that I was needling my sick grandfather to jump on my do-good bandwagon, or that I started to sign my last name and then erased it. At least I had the mental capacity that he probably didn't have another Jamie calling him "Peep." Check out that dog I drew. Brilliant.

Well, that's probably enough embarrassment for one day. In other news, Amy & I are going to see The Host tonight and I can't WAIT, and Chanelle & Krysten can get off my back; I finally (somewhat) updated Food, Glorious Food.