Remind Me Not to Fly With You Again, Kid

EJ has dictated two new stories to her teacher, Tiauna, which both center around her plane flight to Washington, DC (a feature of her first story already shared on this blog). Her latest rendition, however, has me wondering if it is a good idea to fly with her again. Judge for yourselves.

Story #1, Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Today I went to school. I flew on a plane to Washington, DC. I did a lot of bouncing and played a cake game. Then Kate came. We played with numbers. The End. By: EJ.

EJ did, in fact, play with Kate (her beloved babysitter) on Monday afternoon, at which time she and Kate made "flashcards" with her notebook paper of all of the numbers from one to twenty. Kate dutifully came up with a different picture for every number---three stars, eight hearts, twelve corn stalks, seventeen snowflakes---her creativity knows no bounds. This is why she is my beloved babysitter, too.

Story #2, Thursday, December 11, 2008

I got some ice cream with black things on it. And I went to school and there was show and tell and the boys and girls played and played. I took a plane to Washington, DC and it crashed in the water! I got back up and flew back in the sky and landed right here on the ground. I pointed to my teeth and I stomped my feet and made bubbles and went potty. Then I go to school and went to the house and got a Saka baby. The End. By: EJ

Spunky little kid, isn't she? The plane crashed, but she just got back up and flew to ground. Sure, it is a happy ending, but even still, I'm going to wait awhile before I book tickets with her for DCA.