Lucas walks in the door, home from his dad's house. The TV is on.
Lucas: I like this show. What is it? What's that thing? Is that a robot? Why are they doing that? Who's that guy? What's going to happen? How did they do that? What's that smell? What's for dinner?
And wanders away.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Stream of 5-year-old consciousness
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I catch up on your writings every now and then. Tonight I have a pile of papers I MUST grade so now seemed like a good time to read your stories. Thank you! They always bring me a smile. I smiled and cried at the Lucas story - I am really glad he is part of the family. If he ever wonders about family - tell him he is loved by all of us.
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Thanks Steph. It means a lot.
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