A few weekends ago Samuel, Lucy and I were looking at cousin Wyatt's blog - he is a cutie and you can check him out at his
blog.
Samuel: "Mama, how do you spell "Chunky Monkey".
Me: "Why do you want to know?"
Samuel: "We can make a newspaper and give it out to all of our neighbors. We can put a picture of Wyatt and Chunky Monkey on it."
Me: "So you want to start a newspaper?"
Samuel: "Yes, we can put it out in our neighborhood"
Me: "Well, what kind of story will we write about Wyatt because newpapers usually have stories."
Samuel: "I will write a story about me and Wyatt....{Samuel went into a story about he and Wyatt at Grandmama's swinging on the swings, eating snacks that grandmama made, riding in the Ranger with Papa, checking on the chickens and playing in the water. At the end he said "THE END"}
I told Samuel that sounded like a good story and we could write it down but I needed to finish my homework. (I didn't want to stifle his ambitious journalism career). I apparently didn't finish my homework fast enough because Samuel came back with this story written and said.
Samuel: "Here Mama, I wrote a story - What does it say?"
