This is a little story that Isabella made up to explain the tangles in her hair today. She even found a tiny scrap that she rolled into a ball and told me that it was the "Tangle Fairy." She soon had a whole collection of them in her purse. I love the imagination involved in this idea, so I asked her to tell me about the "Tangle Fairy" as if she was telling me a story. This is the result.
The Tangle Fairies
by Isabella, 3 years old
A little girl named Bella had long blonde hair, and her mommy brushed her hair every night before bed. Bella still woke up every morning with lots of tangles in her hair. It hurt to have the tangles brushed out. Bella decided to find out why her hair would get so tangled every night.
She went to bed that night but only pretended to be sleeping. Soon, she felt something tugging on her hair, so she grabbed her hand to that part of her hair. She felt something in her hand and then heard something say, “Ouch!” She looked at what she had grabbed. A tiny fairy sat in her hand. The little fairy had blue wings, was sparkly and had messy hair.
“Why are you tangling up my hair every night?” she asked the tiny fairy.
The fairy said, “Because I’m a Tangle Fairy!”
Bella could see that the Tangle Fairy was a very naughty fairy. Bella put the Tangle Fairy in her purse so that it couldn’t tangle her hair anymore. But the next morning, her hair was tangled again. Again, she set a trap. Again, she caught a Tangle Fairy. Soon, she had lots of Tangle Fairies in her purse.
She felt bad for the Tangle Fairies being trapped in her purse, so she let them all go and her mommy kept having to brush the tangles out of her hair every morning.
Sunday, 14 June 2009
Wednesday, 10 June 2009
Summer
Gabriella, 6 years old, decided to write a poem/song today about Summer.
Summer
I see sun
in the sky.
It sings
Summer's here.
It's coming
Back for you.
Summer, Summer,
Summer, s-Summer.
You might have a holiday,
Out in the sun,
But you know you know
That it's Summer.
Summer, Summer,
Summer, s-Summer.
Summer
I see sun
in the sky.
It sings
Summer's here.
It's coming
Back for you.
Summer, Summer,
Summer, s-Summer.
You might have a holiday,
Out in the sun,
But you know you know
That it's Summer.
Summer, Summer,
Summer, s-Summer.
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