Last week while coloring at the kitchen table as I read a book beside him, the lowercase announced something that made my nerdy little heart giddy!
w: I will write my story now.
W: Ok sweetie.
w: Let's see. Once upon a time... *humming contentedly while coloring*
w: Mommy, YOU do the letters part. On the paper. With the pen.
W: Ok. *grabs pen*
w: Once upon a time there was an ooooooold man...
And now, without further ado, my son's first story!
Once upon a time, there was an old man. He looked like a guy. He liked to work on his computer. He sang a song. He was happy. The End.
Seriously, I think my heart could explode from the cuteness! Especially when he told us later that "actually, it's quite finished." (I really wonder, do Mr. W and I talk like that? Because our child tends to speak as though he's the host of masterpiece theater!)