In this current age of cell phones, e-mail, and other communication technology, there’s something rather quaint — if not refreshing — about an 8-year-old kid writing home while away at an overnight summer camp. Mommy blogger Liesl Testwuide (ScaryMommy) received this letter from her son, in which he shared horrifying tales of “diyareeya”, record-breaking push-pop consumption (perhaps the reason for said diyareeya?), horse poop and inferior “spaketti”:
[Guyism]
