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On the way to summer camp today, we were listening to news radio, and my 6 year-old daughter had apparently heard enough about Somali droughts, debt ceilings, and joblessness. She said to me:
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Note: OH stands for “overheard”
A proud moment for me, seeing and hearing my almost 7 year-old deep in meaningful thought. And yet, sad… too poignant. If that’s how a perfectly happy child sees our world, where does that leave us?
My dad was over watching our two daughters (5 and 2) last week, and while together, they decided to write a story. This story is worth sharing! Take a break every once in a while. It will keep your head from exploding.
GOLDILOCKS AND THE THREE MARTIANS
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Goldilocks. She lived with her mother who was very bossy. (?) She leaves her house with her secret key. It was the key to her rocketship. And she was leaving for Mars. She has packed her space suit, her cat, dog, and hamster. Her dog Ruff-Ruff, her cat Maurice, Harry Hamster, and Goldilocks blasted off into space.
Goldilocks met three mean Martians. They are grumpy because they never take naps and only eat peas. Goldilocks made Martian soup but they didn’t like it. And they threw it at Goldilocks. It was very hot soup but her space suit saved her. THE END.
Not bad for a 5 year old!