Some sage advice from the 4th grader

Here's a story that Bubba wrote at school. It speaks for itself.

It's my birthday agian! I can't wait to meet the one the only 3 year old million air. I'm going to The Diaper Center in New York. My parents told me about. How I went there last year and I hated it. But I just think they don't want to spent the money on it. I read about him in this magazine I found under my bed. Were here were finally here. The trip was long. I was getting restless. I started kicking the chair. I had to move to the back. That made me feel kind of gloomy. The employes at the Diaper Center said he was in toy room. "Holy Barbies" I said as I walk in. Tons of Barbies. Thwak something hit my head. Aww someone just riped one cause it stinks in here. Boy I'm haveing a strange sense of de ja vu. He looks so familar. Whawak a Barbie hit my head. "Come here little midget" I said as I walked over to him rolling up my sleeves. I punch him in the face. Thwak another Barbie. My mom and dad herd all the racket and came and stoped me before I ripped his face off. Long story short. REMEMBER YOUR BIRTHDAY it helps.