That’s OK. I think throwing sand in your eyes was probably worse, even though these are my new Hello Kitty sneakers. 
Oh, I love Hello Kitty! I have the brush and the comb. Do you have the CD Player? I told my mother that I want it for my birthday. It’s either that or getting my ears pierced, but she says I can’t do that until I’m 13.
Oh, and hey…
wanna be Best Friends Forever???
P.S.–Gross is what makes it cool!
Well, I’m already BFF with Susie. Hey, maybe we can all be BFF!
::Burps multiple times and looks around proudly::
(Authentic 10-year-old behavior; sometimes my niece takes after my brother just a bit too much IMO.)
GT
Aww.
A Hunter3
*Excluse me, but your characterization of people at ten is insulting. You were once ten, and if this is how you choose to depict us, it says more about your memory than it does about us.
*
Sorry but I could have answered this in the manner in which I actually spoke at age 10:
"Great !!! ‘Humpty Dumpty Magazine’ finally published my treatise about Keynesian Economics and its ramifications in a laissez-faire administration. And it’s right next to the cartoon - “Ever see a ‘fish-bowl’? Wow this is my lucky day !!!”
… but that would have been showing off and I’m too modest for that.
But I wate my broclee (ugh!)… no 
… it is nwot hidden in the milk…
:o
Are we there yet?
Maybe. Does she have any Hello Kitty stuff?
Yes. She even has the toothbrush and the sandals!
Oh, P.S., if you haven’t figured this out yet, I’m a girl.
My 27 year old self is working hard to convince the 10 year old to forgive you. 
That’s okay. When I was 10 I was once asked by another kid if I was a boy or a girl.
Had to do with my flat chest and my short hair. Quite traumatic at the time, but then the puberty fairy visited.
Heyyyyy! Who put my Barbies in that position? Quit that, or I’m going to tell my Daddy!
You guys are all doodie-heads.
E.
:: Runs through thread with toy gun ::
POW POW POW POW POW POW!
Are we there yet?
I’m boooooooooooooooooooooored.
bounces paper wads off Lobsang’s head
well my dad can lift 500 pounds and your dad doesnt even weigh that much
U-G-L-Y
You ain’t got no alibi
You ugly!
what?
you ugly!
We’re forming our own pre-homo book club. Wanna join?