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12-23-2014, 01:59 PM
Hi God,
Father McGowan told us that we are too young to confess our sins in that big box in the church, so we have to write them all down in a letter to you.
I‘ve got lots and lots of sins and this letter could take ages to write, so I’ll just tell you the last one.
Anyway I think it’s a stupid idea cos your God and you know everything so you know them all anyway.
Oh, and while I remember, Father McGowan told us that we had to pray to you for things, well I ask for loads and loads but I never get any, you’re not very good at it are you? Father Christmas is much better.
I spect you want to hear about when I got sent to bed for being very naughty.
Well it all started at my birthday party on Thursday. Mummy said I had to wear the party dress she bought. I wanted to wear my jeans and my red top with ‘I Hate Boys’ on it but she made me wear this horrid pink thing Yuk, Yuk.
“Be nice to all your little friends dear” Mummy said.
Well they’re not my friends are they? They’re the stuck up kids of mummy’s friends at the P.T.A cos she is hoping to be president this year.
I would have had Susie, Patsy and Tommy, did you know Tommy can squeeze enormous blackheads out of his nose? Awesome.
Why did Prissy Pricilla have to scream like that? I mean it wasn’t a real spider I put down her dress. I got it from a Christmas cracker and when she got locked in the cupboard under the stairs playing hide and seek, guess who got the blame; but it was fun wasn’t it? I mean there are REAL spiders in there He, He.
Oh and I bet even you would have kicked Nasty Nigel if he tried to kiss you. Mummy tells everyone that I’ve got a personality problem, I don’t know what it means, I think it’s something like the measles. Well anyway that’s what I’ve got, so it really wasn’t my fault was it?
Bye, love Topsy aged 8.
Father McGowan told us that we are too young to confess our sins in that big box in the church, so we have to write them all down in a letter to you.
I‘ve got lots and lots of sins and this letter could take ages to write, so I’ll just tell you the last one.
Anyway I think it’s a stupid idea cos your God and you know everything so you know them all anyway.
Oh, and while I remember, Father McGowan told us that we had to pray to you for things, well I ask for loads and loads but I never get any, you’re not very good at it are you? Father Christmas is much better.
I spect you want to hear about when I got sent to bed for being very naughty.
Well it all started at my birthday party on Thursday. Mummy said I had to wear the party dress she bought. I wanted to wear my jeans and my red top with ‘I Hate Boys’ on it but she made me wear this horrid pink thing Yuk, Yuk.
“Be nice to all your little friends dear” Mummy said.
Well they’re not my friends are they? They’re the stuck up kids of mummy’s friends at the P.T.A cos she is hoping to be president this year.
I would have had Susie, Patsy and Tommy, did you know Tommy can squeeze enormous blackheads out of his nose? Awesome.
Why did Prissy Pricilla have to scream like that? I mean it wasn’t a real spider I put down her dress. I got it from a Christmas cracker and when she got locked in the cupboard under the stairs playing hide and seek, guess who got the blame; but it was fun wasn’t it? I mean there are REAL spiders in there He, He.
Oh and I bet even you would have kicked Nasty Nigel if he tried to kiss you. Mummy tells everyone that I’ve got a personality problem, I don’t know what it means, I think it’s something like the measles. Well anyway that’s what I’ve got, so it really wasn’t my fault was it?
Bye, love Topsy aged 8.