Colin's Imagination
Colin dictated this story to me this morning. He was eating a hot dog and one of the pieces wasn't cut completely in half. He thought it looked like a book, so he pretended to read the story.
"Once upon a time, there was a baby hotdog who lived in a volcano. He had a sister hotdog, but no parents. They missed their parents soooooo much. So they decided to crawl out of the volcano and find a house where there were more talking hotdogs. They went inside the house and met some parents that only belonged to baby hotdogs. Their parents were big, just like the baby hotdog's sister. She was tall and they were tall. The end."
I couldn't be any prouder of my baby hotdog.
"Once upon a time, there was a baby hotdog who lived in a volcano. He had a sister hotdog, but no parents. They missed their parents soooooo much. So they decided to crawl out of the volcano and find a house where there were more talking hotdogs. They went inside the house and met some parents that only belonged to baby hotdogs. Their parents were big, just like the baby hotdog's sister. She was tall and they were tall. The end."
I couldn't be any prouder of my baby hotdog.
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