Why Are You All Muddy?
Posted on May 28, 2007
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As a Kindergarten class assignment, G was asked to create her own book; a book based loosely on the children’s story Charlie, Why Are You All Muddy?
Her version is so utterly hilarious that I just have to share it. No profound thoughts on war in Iraq or Memorial Day heroes; just a five year old’s latest creation.
G, why are you all muddy?
Sorry, Mom, but I love mud and mud loves me.
G, why are there fat worms in your pocket?
Sorry, Mom, but I love fat worms and fat worms love me.
G, why is there rice in your hair?
Sorry, Mom, but I love rice and rice loves me.
G, why is there ice cream in your face?
Sorry, Mom, but I love ice cream and ice cream loves me.
Fat worms, rice and ice cream…entirely her own contributions to the fiction format. I’m still laughing.
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Hah! She’s a born writer! Or a comedian. The jury’s still out.
fat worms. are there any other kind?
Other kinds of worms? Absolutely! The Australian Gippsland earthworm averages 8 FEET long but is just .8 inches in diameter. Positively skinny.
As for G, I think I’d like to shmush her with a big muddy hug.
Awwww! She takes after her mommy! So talented…
How very highly creative! I’d prefer a world of fat worms, rice and ice cream… LOTS of ice cream.
That is one of those things you keep & treasure forever!!!!
My kid’s kindergarten doesn’t really believe in homework — something I’m conflicted about. He has to write two sentences a week about a book he’s “read” and draw a picture about his favorite part. I have a hard time convincing him to do even that. What do you think? What if my kid just really doesn’t enjoy reading. I guess I’m a wee bit sad about his disinterest in the written word as a journalist and bookworm.
Slackstress…
Look long enough and you’ll find countless children who appeared disinterested, only to have a light-bulb go off.
It seems my six-year old had no “reason” to read. One day, a toy catalog came. Suddenly he realized that the words were about toys… something he WANTED. Without any encouragement or feedback from us, he spent days poring over text and sounding out words. At first we were conflicted. I’m an anti-materialist capitalist… and my kid was reading Megamart’s toy catalog. But he was reading. And reading. And reading. (Plus I now get to discuss how the corporations are trying to manipulate his desires.)
CCE,
your kids either have you hostage in the basement (yes with the sump pump) or you are having the time of your life–either way your absence from the blogosphere is missed.
happy summer.
hey, lady, where are you? you ok?
Yah, where have you gone?! You are missed! Hope all is well…
Hey are you on vacation??? I hope you’re on a beach somewhere with a yummy drink
I’m having a WORST Father of sorts….come check it out….even if your dad is Father of the Year!
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I’m glad I’m not the only one worried about your absence and obsessively checking the page everyday. I was hoping that perhaps you had left the kids at home and gone to camp yourself but the drink and beach thing sounds much better
Last I spoke to cce she was fine. I don’t speak for her, but I think she’s taking a break from blogging. She puts a lot into her writing and her blogging is more than just stream of consciousness, unedited verbiage.
I, for one, hope she will at least throw out a few crumbs. Not everything has to be jarringly funny or withering in its snark. I’d be happy to skip the ocasional miseplt word or failed subject verb, comma splice, etc… if only she would deign to share her thoughts on her two beasties and her “Better Half.”
cce,
I am missing your posts. I’m going to imagine that you’ve been kidnapped by Brad Pitt and have been forced to alternate between luxuriating in bed and on the beach between bouts of novel writing (a pressing need now that Houghton Mifflin has paid that big advance). With all that going on, who would have time for a blog?
Seriously, though, I hope that your summer is splendid.
Did it come with illustrations? I loves me some fat worms drawn by chubby little fingers.
I was beginning to think you’ figured out who I was in your blog subscribers and had me blocked. Enjoy your time and know that there are those of us who will be here when you come back, probably ridiculously sloppy and reminiscent of the dog from Turner and Hooch, can’t remember which the dog was…
hey cce, happy 4th.