Joey wrote a small paper for English and I thought it was cute. Here it is:
My little brother Spencer had received his first pocketknife. It was red and had two blades. He was so excited until he was almost was shocked. The same day he got his knife he put the knife right in front of the outlet. I saw him so I kicked him out of the way. I ran to tell my parents and explained to them what happened. They said that he was not allowed to have a pocketknife any longer. So they took it away from him. Since then he has always blamed me for not being able to own a pocketknife. I tell him that it’s not my fault, but he refuses to believe it’s his fault. Anyway, I know it’s not my fault. The lesson I learned is that even though you can try to help someone it doesn’t mean they will appreciate the help.