Stories From My First Grader

When my son entered 1st grade last fall, he couldn't read at all and was reluctant to do so, even though he has always loved us to read to him. He got some extra help through the year, and has become a solid reader. I'm proud of him. So yesterday I took him to Barnes and Noble where the tall shelves of books gave him a slight panic attack but he got to pick out some books (How to be a Pirate and Skippyjon Jones) and whatever treat he wanted (vanilla cream frosted cupcake). We split a lemonade and read Flotsam and Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs. I think he had a good time.

Friday was his last day of school, and he came home with a backpack crammed full of work from the year, including several stories that he wrote and illustrated. Did I mention I'm proud of him? Plus, these two made me laugh. (I fixed the spelling but left the punctuation and paragraph breaks in tact.)

Playing With Ava

Ava plays with me because she likes me.

She laughs because I did peek-a-boo. She likes me when we swing on the play structure. She cries when she doesn't get her way. Ava is so fun to play with.

I like to be Ava's big brother.

Ava runs away from me when I chase Ava. Ava says "ruf" for love. Then she gives me a hug.

Then we go inside. Inside we play. Then we eat. Then we go back outside. Outside we play chase. She chases me I chase her back. Then she jumps on me then I throw her down the slide.

My Cat Shadow

My cat is black and white. She is fun to play with. She likes when I give her a toy mouse. She eats paper then throws up. Then we clean it up. She sleeps on my bed. She wakes me up in the morning. She's fun.

Then we go down stairs. Then I eat breakfast. Then I get dressed. Then I go to school. Her name was Shadow.

Shadow likes to sit on my lap. She is the funnest cat in the world. And I like to play with her. I give her toys.

On the weekend I played with her. My cat died in January. And I hope I get another cat.