Annika's Imagination
No one will deny that Annika is a talker. This girl loves to talk- about anything. The other day when her mom came home from work, Annika said,
"Mom, I told Melody a story."
A story. It was definitely some kind of story. When she started talking, I grabbed some paper and a pen. This "story" had to be documented. Here are excerpts from Annika's imaginative narration:
"When I was a little boy, there were ants on my toes, and I said, 'Get off ants,', but they didn't get off, and I said, 'Help,' but mommy didn't help me. When I was a little boy, I was in Africa, and I couldn't find my little Barbie toy, and I was sad. And I went to Arizona."
"I had a birthday cake. I was 10 years old. And it was so yummy. Mommy gave me a cake. My brothers were so nice. I got a new blanket. I dreamed about lots and lots of little pets."
"I saw my beautiful daddy, and he had a purple crown on his head and a beautiful dress."
"I was really, really impressed and I ate too much food, and mom and dad were at Africa. I missed my family, but I ate some yummy cake. I didn't like the chicken; it had peanuts in it."
"I tried to look for my pet, my doggy was lost. His name was Rito, but I couldn't find him anywhere."
I don't think I can add anything to that story. Annika was extremely proud of herself for sharing all of that information with me. Maybe someday she will be a famous author. And she'll probably live in Africa or Arizona with her dog, Rito!
Monday, July 17, 2006
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