I checked my car in on the day of the Cub Scout Pine Wood Derby Race. It weighed too much! So Daddy had to cut down the weight. He used a “whatever it is” (really called a Drummel) to cut it down. I am weighing my car in the picture.
Soon, it was my car’s turn to race. Three! Two! One! GO! It’s going down. Is it going to make it? I had one second and two thirds! I ended up in seventh place!
Last year, I was one of the worst racers. I redid the same design but made it a bit different and heavier and put “dry lube” in it. I polished the wheels, and took out the notches of the nails, polish polish polish. And “dggggggg” (it is the “what ever it is” taking out the notches).
At the end of the race, I got an award that said Mark McGuire. Here’s the award, the speeding ticket (what my speed was), my registration, and my car. And last but not least, my ribbon! I played with my car and then went home.
Yesterday, I lost my tooth. It all happened with me biting, biting, biting and biting my tooth. Soon it came pretty loose. I went to show Daddy. And he pulled it straight out. Here’s my picture after Daddy pulled my tooth out and I washed the blood out. Disgusting!
I am going to prove that the tooth fairy is a fairy tale. “How are you going to do that Mark?”, Daddy asked me. The biggest way to prove it is the tooth taped to a piece of paper in Momma’s drawer. (Momma says the tooth fairy gives the first teeth back to their parents to remember the baby teeth) NOT!
And because I saw a stack of silver dollars and half dollars twice; once before I lost my first tooth. Then I saw the same stack, the same place but shorter by about three silver dollars and half dollars! So much for a secret!