Andy and I read a book or two every afternoon before his nap. Lately, The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle, has been the story of choice. We read it again and again. Today he said that I couldn’t talk and, “Andy read it.” I had my pencil, so here it is verbatim:
There was a moon who get a egg on a eef. There was a sunny sun. He made the caterpiddar hungry.
There’s a apple. He eat one pear, one pear. Blueberries, blueberries, blueberries. He eat strawberries, strawberries, strawberries. He eat orgin, orgin, orgin, orgin, orgin (orange). He eat chokate cate (chocolate cake), ice cream, green, cheese, …that, a slice a pie-a-pie, cupcake, and a slice of watermoanin.
A green eef.
He was a BIG caterpillar.
Puts himself in there. Puts inside the cocoon.
And made a BUTTERFLY!