Thursday, July 23, 2009

To Make a Short Story Long...

This is how story time goes in our house these days:

Mom: Old MacDonald had a farm
Maggie: Where's the E?
Mom: Right here. EIEIO.
Maggie: Where's the E?
Right here. And on...
Where's the O?
Right here. And on that farm he had a - what's that Maggie?
Fersie! *giggle*
That's not a horsie! You know what that is. He had a ....
*snicker* Fersie!
He had a cow.
*maniacal laughter* COW!
What's this?
A cow?
What's this?
The cow's head?
What's this?
I don't know what you're pointing at. The spot on the cow's hide? It's a brown spot?
It's not a fersie, it's a cow!
With a moo moo here.
That's a bird.
And a moo moo there.
That's a bird.
Here a moo, there a moo.
That's a bird.
Everywhere a moo moo.
That's a ...
Yes! That's a bird! Jeez.
It's red.
Old MacDonald had a farm.
Where's the E?

This is why people teach their kids to read to themselves. If they didn't get so annoying about it, I guess you'd just go on reading to them forever and they'd end up illiterate. That's what I'm telling myself anyway.


  1. You know you used to be just like that when you were a kiddo :)

  2. She is helping you build your character...


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