Yum, these white crunchy things on the windowsill are like potato chips.
hI. hoe r u. I Am fine. do u liek pupees? i liek pupee. thAy r funee. my MOM sed i cAn hev A pupee if i goto bed evree niet wit owt cryen.
THE END…
HAPPy Age 6
Redrum…Redrum…Where’s Captain Howdy?
What’s this dart doing in my chest?
I thought this was the Straight Dope Time Machine.
i can see your bottom
You bum looker, you!
Teddy showed me how to jump from the front porch to the brick wall. It’s neat. I jumped it every day. Till today. I jumped too hard. I fell into Mr. Seaton’s rose bushes! Ow! Ow! Ow! Mommy thought I’d tried to kidnap a cat. I thought Mr. Seaton would be really mad, but he was all right. He looked at the bushes. Then he looked at me. He said, “No harm done, I guess.” And I’m not in trouble ! !
I’m gonna go in the alley and call for Blakey and Wayne. I sure wish there were some girls around here, but I like to play with them anyway.
Today we’re gonna get some boards and make a fort. I’m gonna wait until after Fun-o-Rama, though. They might play a Sinbad cartoon, or maybe Popeye.
Daddy says that when Kitty the warehouse cat’s kittens are old enough, I can have the one with the white face! I can’t wait! I’m gonna name it Thomasina. Or Thomas - I guess I have to wait and find out if it’s a boy or a girl.
Lucks to you AskNott, I picked Grandma some flowers and she didn’t like it much. They were all out front in pots though and I thought they’d be pretty for the supper table. we’re having meatballs tonight. It’s my fav-or-ite. What’s your fav-or-ite food?
Me: IdleThoughts started it!
Mom: And you should finish it.
Me: I can’t, i’m not a mod
Look at this lizard I caught; I want to get that big one, but he just runs up the wall when I get close.
Mommy, why won’t Jo-Jo eat cat food? She eats the fish Daddy caught, and she ate my cereal, she ate Janice’s ice cream, but she won’t eat her cat food.
Gary, leave me alone! I’ll tell Mom!
No! Dad said I could have the tricycle today!
So what? Stick your head in a coffee pot!!
Nyahhh!
My lunchroom fork has number 87 on it. YOURS only has number 51. I’m better than you SEE?
Our milk says “grade A” on it. That’s cause we’re in first grade. Next year when we’re in second grade we’re gonna have grade B milk!
Oh no! Yvette has the same sweater as me! She’s COPYING me!
These were all actually things we said in first grade. If you don’t believe me I’m gonna tell on you!
Teacher’s always telling me to sit down and be… OOOO look a Pony!!!
A pony?! Which one? Is it Morning Glory? Is it a fuzzy pony, or a sparkle pony, or a princess pony? A sea pony or a flutter pony? I gotta have ALL the ponies. I just love My Little Pony.
My mommy says I’m special
Yersinia the sea monster is trapped in a swimming pool.Underwater she opens her eyes and seeks out her next victim in the forest of bare human legs. She reaches out :::::scraaatch!::::: and she swims away, as fast and as far as she can. Not caught yet…who shall be next?
Thanks, that was fun memory to relive. 
Back to being 42 now ::::sigh::::
And yes, when I was 6 and my family belonged to the community pool, as soon as I’d learned to swim fully underwater and discovered I could do it with my eyes open, I used to pretend to be a sea monster and scratch adults on the legs. Only once did I ever get caught, but after the old lady who pulled me up by the hair sternly chastised me and threatened to tell my mother (but wound up letting me get away with a stern warning not to do it again) – well, moments later I was back in the pool, up to the same old nefarious tricks.
It’s a wonder my parents didn’t have me killed when I was a child.
(I visit a neighbor who bakes cakes, cookies, and pies.)
ME: Mrs. Chutney, do you have any cookies or cake today?
MRS. CHUTNEY [not her real name; she was about 60 then] Douglas, doesn’t your mother bake cookies?
ME: Oh, no–she’s too old to make cookies. 
“Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Mommmmm! I gotta’ go!!!”
(Holds finger one-quarter inch from little sister’s nose)
“I’m NOT touching you!”