Below you will find a piece of writing penned by myself and my inspiring four year old, Miles. We took turns. I asked him to start the story and when he would pause, I would pick up from where he left off. Then he would pause and I would take a turn. Then he just ran with it all on his own, rattling off the story almost faster than I could type.
So I give you...
(Miles begins the story)
"There was a spider and everybody came and the spider went out. And then the mom came in and then the kid came in."
(Then it was my turn...you get the idea.)
"The spider's name was Frank. He was hairy. He was black. He ran away when everybody came in because he was afraid of their feet stepping on him. So the mom and the kid were alone in the room, but they saw the spider leaving to go to..."
"He was going back to his area he actually lived, he was going into a restaurant."
"And there he found his incredibly large spider family."
(and then he hits a streak that cannot be stopped)
"With his web all maked because that's where he lived so he saw the planet so he went out there with his parents to do something because he was alone all the time... because he thought he would get stepped on. He was worried about his mom and dad getting stepped on. Because he got smooshed already and came back alive but when he woke up he saw his parents were still smooshed so he came back to help them get alive and woke them up. So the God spider came and they could see him because he was actually real. So yes, the people's God came and he was not invisible and then he went back to his home to do the same thing he was doing. And all he did was what he did.
After we were done he said, "How 'bout we break down the title?"
I said, "Um...OK, what do you mean by that?"
"Say that it came from us just doing our own thing on our own blog."
You got it, kid.
You should have seen how he would beam with pride after his turn. He's a total rock star.
I highly encourage you to give this a try with a kiddo or two. I mean, if you feel like it.
I hope your weekend is good.