Mr 9 meets me outside school with his scooter but in bare feet. "Can't wear my shoes they are COVERED in mud".
They are. Caked. Can't actually tell what colour the shoes were.
Mother: How did your shoes and socks get so muddy?
Mr 9: Ahh well... it was like this... we were writing narratives and we had to write about texture so we went outside and had to feel something to write about and... well.. I decided to write about mud... but there was no way I was going to put my hands in it!
4 comments:
"see, I had good reason's mum...for my literary genius to shine. What's a little mud...."
I don't think I'd be happy with 'caked' shoes either.
ell, would you put your hands in it? :-)
mud mud glorious mud!
Nothing quite like it for writing about!
All for the purposes of scientific investigation mum.
boys will be boys! akajessejames
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