just need to brag here. but my boy, isaiah, he can write.
he had to write a story,
and he chose to write about a boy in Sierra Leone.
(if you think our kids aren't listening... you are sadly mistaken)
so here is one sentence from the story:
"Jericho was just being woken up by a thundering yell, and scurried in the kitchen as quick as a mouse, where his father stood there like a tree stump in a bad mood."
am i proud?