Last night, Shea sat Tracy and I down and informed us that we were in writing class and she was going to be our writing teacher. We were each given a piece of paper and a colored pencil to work with. The assignment? Write down the story she was going to tell us. Here's a copy of my "assignment":
"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess named Cinderella and then another lady came again and she was Sleeping Beauty. They walked together. Then, they came to a colored path and followed it. At the end of the path was beautiful flowers. They picked them.
Suddenly, a mean witch came with her witch powers. Suddenly a storm came and washed the mean witch away. They went home and went to bed and the other princesses came. The princesses got breakfast for Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella. And then, a girl named Shea knocked on the door. She brought pie for them to eat with their breakfast.
The End."
It was awesome watching Shea put the whole thing together. The only thing we asked her was, "What happened next?" She came up with it all on her own and she was so proud of herself when mommy and I each showed her our handwritten paragraphs. She's growing up too fast.
She amazes me everytime.
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