I May Have To Write A Children’s Book
I’m just going to take the snippets of story that Sarah throws out pretty much all the time and stitch them together into a narrative.
“A monster ate my imagination.”
“I don’t have any energy because a dragon ripped up my electricity and threw it into the stinky garbage pile. If I had my saw and my hammer we could maybe solve the problem.”
“Sometimes I go to a class in the sky… well, up in the clouds. There are lots of big kids there and they always hit. They don’t hit me, but they always hit each other.”
“My snake’s name is Sad. That’s his name because he misses his Mommy and Daddy.”
“The Mad Solider was yelling at me. I had to yell back to him, so he would know about the Very Dangerous Staircase, and not put me in jail.”
“Sometimes when I’m sleeping a tiger comes in my room… well, a shadow tiger, made of shadows, and if I’m sleeping the wrong way, he bites my neck. But if my Sleepy Tiger is there, he protects me.”
And that’s just casual conversation, not when she’s consciously trying to tell stories. Those are even freakier…
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Trish
August 20th, 2007 at 1:12 am
Yes, being the dad prejudices you, but those are *amazing* quotes. Keep recording them!
August 20th, 2007 at 9:17 am
I am certainly prejudiced, but I do suspect that decent-sized subset of all kids her age come up with this kind of stuff; it’s just that there’s only one three-year-old that I hang out with.
What really fascinates me is the way her “story logic” seems somewhat arbitrary to me, but seems to “just follow” for her.