I've been working with my son on his writing. He's an excellent reader, but he definitely has work to do with his writing. He came to me tonight and told me he had written a story. I typed it up as well as I could, the handwriting was a little difficult. I wrote it letter per letter what he had down. Pretty impressive for a four year old. The translation is down at the bottom, as well as I could figure out at least.

Yester day I mad a pie to eggs 25and2  pawns Eva shoogr 9 powns ev milk 1powd ev bobre Q sos and I mad 7 appl pan kaks I seek Ipoot in ro eggs and to ro appls and 52 tur tl shells bbbbbbbbrbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbrb bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbrb bbbbbrb bbbbbrb bbbbbrb bbbbbbbbbbrb bbbbbbbbbbrb bbbbbbbbbbbbbrb soryfffffffffff I brbt brbbrb brb brb brb brb brb brbffffffffffff ohno no moor ches stiks  ffffrostid kaake mmmmmmmmmmm mi fafrit  iast nit I brpt,rims cat bat nap snak sandl handl vas  bas 1 fun maka run 2 wish a root 4lpun the theoor5l[pun a hiv .beezzy the be mom olwastmact himwrkroor he wood not get eny theinr woeday wel he wuz buzzyn froothe gortheins.rustlatr

.I broke a sentins.lo loolo loo loo lo

down the hil throo the woods erownd the lake over the wall up the tree in the windo bak in bed.I trid to make a piy in

sted I mad modre oiyl yek I hate that!ckench ckench .if you eat one moor ckooky

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Translation:

Yesterday I made a pie. Two eggs, 25 and 2 pounds of sugar, 9 pounds of milk, 1 pound of barbeque sauce and I made 7 apple pancakes. I think I put in raw eggs and two raw apples and 52 turtle shells. (burps……) Sorry, I… (more burps……) Oh no! No more cheese sticks. Frosted cake! Mmm, my favorite! Last night I burped 809 times! rhymes, cat, bat, nap, snack, sandal, handle, vase, base. One, fun, make a run. Two, wish a root. Four, pun the door. Five, pun a hive. Buzzy the Bee’s mom always made him work or else he would not get any dinner. One day, well, he was buzzing through the gardens (the rest later…)

I broke a sentence. Lo, lo, lo. Down the hill, through the woods, around the lake, over the wall, up the tree, in the window, back in bed. I tried to make a pie. Instead I made motor oil. Yuck! I hate that! Crunch crunch if you eat one more cookie. Grrr, no! No! Grrr.

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