Kinder Write: When I am 100 years old…
*…I will have gray hair and glasses.
*…I will be bald.
*…I will have a brown mustache that I shave everyday.
*…I will have a beard down to my toes.
*…I will soon be 101!
*…I will be an angry old man!
*…I will be dead.
Some ponderings of my kindergarten friends.
Me: Thank you, friend! That was a very nice compliment.
Kinder friend: Aren’t you going to tell me I’m handsome? I put gel in my hair. It’s spiky.
Touche, my friend, touche.