Tuesday, September 22, 2009



(This was actually reported by a teacher)

After Christmas, a teacher asked her young pupils how they spent their
holiday away from school.

One child wrote the following:

We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa. They used
to live in a big brick house but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to
Florida. Now they live in a tin box and have rocks painted green to look
like grass.

They ride around on their bicycles and wear name tags because they don't
know who they are anymore..

They go to a building called a wreck center, but they must have got it
fixed because it is all okay now, they do exercises there, but they
don't do them very well.

There is a swimming pool too, but they all jump up and down in it with
hats on.

At their gate, there is a doll house with a little old man sitting in
it. He watches all day so nobody can escape.

Sometimes they sneak out, and go cruising in their golf carts.

Nobody there cooks, they just eat out. And, they eat the same thing
every night --- early birds.

Some of the people can't get out past the man in the doll house. The
ones who do get out bring food back to the wrecked center for pot luck.

My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his life to earn his retardment
and says I should work hard so I can be retarded someday too.

When I earn my retardment, I want to be the man in the doll house.

Then I will let people out, so they can visit their grandchildren.



Gloria said...

. . priceless indeed! Out of the mouth of babes . . . !!

Penny said...

I LOVE this one! =)

Opus #6 said...

Awww, adorable!

Hey, nice blog. :-D

Anonymous said...

I'm not quite sure what's priceless about it.
As the mom of a child with special needs I find it demeaning and offensive. You wouldn't want people to laugh about cancer, or your religion or mock your country right? Why is a silly joke about the disabled given a pass here?

Linda said...

Thanks to all of you for your comments, even to anonymous! I appreciate it when you stop by and share your thoughts.

I'm sorry, anonymous, for offending you. That is not the purpose of my blog, but, if you read it, this is an actual story. I have a profoundly retarded sister-in-law, and I know, that isn't PC any more in today's climate, but that is how it is. We are all aware of 'special' needs people, but if we can't laugh, we'd cry. They each have their own specialness, and that is what we can appreciate.

As for laughing about cancer, religion, or my country, it happens on a daily basis. We live with it.

Come back, or don't, that is your choice.

Anyway, that is what I think!