...says Jack on our way home from Grandma and Grandpa's house last night. Usually we're the ones telling Jack the stories so this was a welcome change. "Sure," we replied and the following tale ensued:
Once upon a time there was a boy named Jack. One day Jack and Grandpa went to the cabin and went swimming. They were swimming along when all of a sudden - SNAP! (complete with hand motions) - an alligator came and ate them. The end.
3 comments:
sounds like a scary story!
What is it with boys and their love of animals that can eat them??
I love it! You should try getting some wordless books at the local library and have him tell you the story. I bet he'd be good at it!
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