I've been presented with a birthday wish-list from my eldest, Sassyface. It was left on my bureau. I was a bit confused at first, because I thought it had come from her little sister, who's five. But no, this appalling scribble is from an almost 11 year old.
Are you kidding me?! How can she not know that begging letters must use the best penmanship to be taken seriously?! It gets worse...
I don't think I'm being too cruel by being disappointed with this effort. Especially since I know she can do much better. I'm not even bothered about the spelling errors so much as the actual, terrible, no she does not have dyslexia as an excuse, lazy-ass handwriting. Here, see:
That was from last year. Sure it's on lined paper, but so what? Even if she'd tried to put even an ounce of effort into trying to make her writing nice I'd have been happy. But this? Nope.
Now, honestly, I've not been this cutting and mean to her directly - I'm not heartless! But I tell her I was disappointed because I know she can do much, much better. I felt we, as her parents, deserved her best efforts.
But seriously, WTF?! OH - and where does she get off telling us we can pick five?? Cheeky or what? I'm tempted to buy her frilly pink dresses.
The rest of the Professor Messy story is here, if you were interested.