I did a lot of jobs.
I just turned six, so my job is just like
Stevie's: I see things on the internet, and then I make things out of Legos, and then I go sit and add up numbers, and then I draw pictures with my crayons, and then I show them to my friends, and then they laugh at me. I do not know why they laugh. My pictures are very pretty.
When I was five, I did the same job as
Demby. I did not like that job.
When I was four, I was a mailman. Sometimes, I would steal the toys that I was supposed to give to dead people. They were not upset, so I decided it was ok.
When I was three, I carried things around, and pushed sick people to different places. One day, a sick person spit on me. They made me get shots when I told them that.
When I was two, I did the same job as
gmax. They also let me play with knobs that made the picture things on the wall with little arrows do funny things. Another day, I got to fix a toaster. That made me very happy. But sometimes, that job was not fun. One day, they made me sleep in the icebox. And then another day they made the boat go down as fast as it could, and I was afraid we would crash into the bottom of the ocean. But we did not crash, so that was ok.
When I was one, I had to cook chicken, and wash the dishes. That was a very bad job, because it was too hot, and I did not like doing the dishes.
Before I was one, my job was to eat strawberries. That was a very good job.
ps. For those of you old enough, post-proofing your response is much easier when channeling
Edith Ann.
And that's the truth.
