Alex made up his first story today.
We had just come home from the library when he padded over to me with his new books and said, “Mommy, I want to read you a story. Will you listen?”
“Of course I will!” I closed my book.
He flipped through his book and found a photo of two fire engines emerging from a fire station. “Once there was a fire engine,” he said. “Once there were two fire engines. It was getting dark. It was night. Then they all went to bed.” He finished in a whisper, then slammed the book shut. “THE END!”
Kathleen M. Basi 