Stories by Dylan: Take 1

Once upon a time there was two little kids, Batman and Spiderman. Spiderman had a pet spider, Batman had a pet bat. And then they went home with their pets, and they played games and went outside and their pets went pee and did tricks. And then they all went inside and drinked cocoa milk, and water, and juice and they drinked cold milk and almond milk, and then they went to bed. And woke up, and went to bed, and woke up. And they were playing together again, and they did that and this and that and this and that. And then they read a once upon a time story together. Batman read a story about bats, Spiderman read a book about spiders. Then they switched. And they played together with toys. Then they made their bed and they just lie down on the bed and packed up their backpacks for school with the other super heroes, like that little green guy… that changes into other stuff, and one of his teeth was sticking out of his mouth. And then they saw Batman’s friend. And then they saw Spiderman’s friend, and then they saw someone else. And they saw… they saw… who else did they see? Oh, they met Captain America and the little green guy’s dad at the little green guy’s house. And there was a guy who had three finger nails that grew and grew and he could cut stuff.

And then they met all the superhero friends, like the super hero squad. Then they went to the playground and it was raining then they all went home with their daddy’s.

THE END

 I just learned how bossy Dylan is when it comes to making up stories. If he didn’t think I was typing the correct word, I got in trouble. And he feels as though, being the narrator, he also has the right to add his own typing into the story.. “Mom! Can I press the L?” “Mom! What does S and R and F and 5 spell?” “Mooooooom! Did you say how Batman went to bed?” “Don’t forget to press the G!” “Where is the letter I pressed? Its too small!”

I think I’ve created a monster…

THE END!!!!!!

Trying something new

I’m working on getting out of my Blogging slump..

This last weekend, Dylan had his imagination turned to HIGH! I guess it is also natural for a 4-year-old to have a wild imagination, but he was on a role this weekend! He was telling me stories left and right. His little mind was going 100MPH 🙂

This morning on our way to daycare, this was our discussion:

“Once, I was in the ocean and there was a shark, and I had a gun, but it didn’t have real bullets, and the shark had a guy in his mouth, and the guy had real bullets so he got out of the shark’s mouth”

Wow! That sounds dangerous!

“It wasn’t too bad mom. But make sure when you go into the ocean, you have real bullets, ya know, just in case you see a shark”

Can I use a bow and arrow or a spear instead?

“Of course mom! A bow and arrow would work the same, you just gotta shoot it right so you don’t get eatted”

This sounds like a scary story bud!

“Yea, I’m full of them”

BINGO! Stories by Dylan is born!

A couple posts back, I mentioned how I need to do a better job at writing down what Dylan says. I’m going to use the wild mind of a 4-year-old to get out of this slump!

And what a good way to wind down the evening! Instead of reading stories together, we can now write them!

Tonight, we will publish *try to publish* our first story..

Stay Tuned!