The school run was over and we had made it home with little arguing from the Little Miss, who seems to think the 5 minute walk home from school is my version of child torture.
We sorted through her bag to make sure there was no making of mouldy banana monsters in the bottom. I spied a folded piece of paper with her teacher’s hand writing which said “First attempt at writing a story”.
I wonder what sort of story she is going to write? Probably about a cat or dog I thought. Excitedly opening up her work I found this gem of a story.
“THE ACCIDENT
The sheep is on the road and then a car drove on the sheep.”
Complete with picture of a squashed sheep
It was clearly a “Only my child would do that” moment.
Ah the joys of parenting
