I thought I’d share something my daughter wrote just now when we were playing a game. I was supposed to contribute a poem to her imaginary anthology of poems (with contributions from her imaginary friends). She had paper and pen, and asked me to dictate something. I gave a title and spouted two lines. Then I stopped to let her finish writing out what I had said. That done,  she looked up at me, gave me a little excited smile and said, “Okay, you can go now. I think I can finish the poem for you.  You can come back later.”

I was glad actually to return to the kitchen to continue preparing dinner.

A few minutes later, she rang a bell (part of her game) and said she was done. She had a little note attached to her poem.

“Each line 10 cents.

Your poem has 8 lines and costs 80 cents.”

This was how she continued the two lines.

One Winter Night

The night was cold

The wind did blow

I saw some owls

A long time ago.

There were five

Going, “Hoo, hoo hoo.”

But I said to the owls,

“Boo, owls, boo!”

I read it and laughed. Then I showed it to my husband and we had a good laugh. That was so like her. She loves nature, and owls and bunnies top her list. I love spontaneous things like that. We also haven’t been doing any formal math (ha, I’m delaying formal math till she’s 10), so I was also glad she knew her math.

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