Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Four years, one month

Hello world!

I know about a lot of things.  If I don't know a word, I ask what it is.  I know most words, though.  I count past twenty, and I can sing "ABCD" all the way through.  I write some of my name, and I can recognise it written down.  I really like rhymes.  I told my mummy: "Chloe rhymes with clothing."

My mummy planted a pea shrub out back;  it's such a funny word, whenever I see it I yell:  "pea shrub! pea shrub! pea shrub!"  I love gardening.  I pick daffodils for people, and I really want to open up the tulips to see what's inside.  I pick my own broccoli and eat it, too;  it's delicious.

I'm also good at chores;  I always turn on the washing machine, and I like to help turn on the microwave.  I put my own clothes in the laundry basket, and I help my mummy hang them up.  I take my own plate to the sink, and I'm very good at setting the table. 

I ask my mummy when my daddy is coming home every day.  I say:  "is daddy coming through the door today?"  If he is, then I tell my mummy:  "when he comes, he'll say Hello Franklin!"  Sometimes he doesn't come till I'm in bed.  But sometimes he comes and he puts me to bed.  Before, we read Winnie the Pooh at bedtime.  Now we've finished and we're reading The Hobbit.  Bilbo forgot his handkerchief, and then Gandalf was missing.  My dad does all the funny voices, and my mummy does them too.

Our chicken Speckles was feeling very bad, and then she died.  We buried her in a hole.  Other chickens are buried there, too.  I like to look at the stones.  Our dog Beauty died, too.  I still remember.  My mummy was feeling bad, and I asked, "mummy, are you feeling yucky like the chicken?" 

Love,

Franklin