As we were driving Graham to school yesterday, Gabriella said, "Quiet! I want to tell a story!" Here it is:
"One day, I was walking through the grass, and I saw a lion. The lion came and bite my head and my hair, but my face was safe. I run away and jump, and the lion eats my head."
Then she laughed hysterically.
As I am half-gagging at the imagery she just produced, I was still somewhat proud of her because
a) She told her first story ever.
b) It wasn't about princesses.
So let's hope she becomes a famous writer someday and I can point back to that morning, hopefully with relief that she's not writing about people being eaten by wild animals.
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