Son of Monkey (age 6) is rapidly following in his father’s footsteps as a literary genius. He penned this while I was making his lunch today, and I thought it worth posting to here (I know, there’s nothing more nauseating than someone banging on about how clever their kids are, but it’s my blog and I’ll post what I want). Thematically he’s enjoying the latter end of the digestive process at the moment.
Windy cat gets up ‘trumps’ but so quietly that no one hears (because it was a windy-pop)
Windy cat goes downstairs ‘trumps’ only windy cat hears.
Windy cat eats his breakfast ‘trumps’ windy cat and windy cats’ sister hears as well trying not to giggle.
Windy cat gets dressed ‘trumps’ this time windy cats mum hears windy cat blushes
Windy cat brushes his teeth ‘trumps’ his dad hears windy cat hides his face.
Windy cat has a snack ‘trumps’ the house before called Jagey complained and the house (apart from the bricks) fell down
Windy cat watched TV ‘trumps’ the house ahead of windy cats house called Maggots complained and the house fell down.
Windy cats 2 Nextdoor neighbours joined their houses together and called it Jagey Maggots and windy cat? He got his bottom burst!