Friday, December 12, 2014

Second child's story for her younger brother.

My daughter was writing a story about her brother. It started out pretty normal.
I could tell by the words she was asking me to spell that the story went something like this:

My brother is cute.
He is small.
He is a baby.
He has friends.

Then: "Mom, how do you spell orthotics?"


I started laughing out loud, picturing her mentioning all his inanimate "friends."
Orthotics, balls, glasses, bowls (because they sound like "ball" and look like half a ball), cups and cars.

Yes, this is my little  boy.

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