Kate created another story the other day. I'm not posting pictures of it, but it looks a lot like this one, only now she's starting to understand the concept of spacing between words. While I'm not posting photos of this wonderful piece of literary accomplishment, I will copy the text for you to read, except that I'm taking the liberty of correcting misspellings and adding punctuation. And please know that I did not help her with this - it is fully her own creation - and it does NOT reveal anything too accurate about our family life. Not at all.
Title: The Boy Was Writing on the Table.
Once upon a time there was a boy.
A very special boy. He was writing on the table.
"Mom, can I go to bed?" the boy asked.
"Yes," said mom.
"No," said dad.
"Yes," said mom.
"Yes," said dad.
The End.
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By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted - Which blossom in the dark. Emily Dickinson
3 comments:
That is hilarious! Goes to show who really wears the pants around the house.. way to go mom! LOL I gotta show this to Jason!
That is SO funny!
That's awesome! Ha! I think I might be glad Matthew isn't writing books yet!:)
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