When my kids were little, I taught a writing class that involved making up stories. They searched through magazines and newspapers to cut out pictures that interested them. Then we would sort them into bags labeled "people", "places", and "things". They would draw one picture from each bag, glue them onto a piece of paper, and dictate a story about them that I transcribed. Here's one of Noah's when he was four years old:
Today, I was teaching a writing class, and I got out this old story and told Noah to write a new one. He wrote:
HE DID WHAT?! (NOT CLICKBAIT)
The weeds at Westwood Park have grown so tall and out of control that the old men can't play baseball there anymore. The old man wearing a red Make America Great Again hat becomes so frustrated that he bends over and begins to eat the weeds like a wild animal that deserves to live under a porch. His two Republican friends watch in horror as the human lawn mower devours the entire field and builds a new outfield wall to keep the Mexican teams out.
