Egghead?

Our son came home from school last week with this in his school bag:

Both Husband and I had a good chuckle.

For those who find it difficult to decipher what he has written: It's entitled 'egg Poem' and it says "I am a stupid egg. I don't know a thing."

He calls this a 'shape poem'. They had been doing one in the shape of a Christmas tree in class. Somehow he was inspired to do this during his 'golden time'.

I was a bit concerned with the sentiment expressed. 'Do you feel you are stupid?'

'No, Mum, it's only a poem.'

My boy is growing up so fast.

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