Appy E'er Atter

Last night as I was getting Joel ready for bed, I told him a story. It was about an evil little boy named Joel who hated dogs and he would spit in the dog's eyes. His spit was venomous and would blind the dogs, but Joel had a whistle that he would blow and the dogs would follow. Joel led them to an abandoned house outside of town that had a large oven inside. Joel climbed into the oven and the dogs followed. When the oven door slammed shut, Joel climbed out his secret little door on the other side, lit the oven on fire and killed all the dogs. And they all lived happily ever after. The End.

Before you think that I just scarred Mike's youngest for life, keep in mind that Joel is 12 and a HUGE fan of scary movies. By the end of the story, Joel was crying from laughing so hard. Then it was Joel's turn to tell me a story. I'll tell you in Joel's words (how it literally sounds when he's saying it) and then I'll translate it.


"One u'on a dime, Dyl-Mom ed d-o-g no "Woof Woof". Buh Andy "Woof Woof" and c-a-t "Mow-Mow" and Dyl-Mom ide an ed "I'm ory". An Doel ide. An Daddy ot m-a-d. Appy e'er atter. Eee end."



Translation:
"Once upon a time, J-Mom said to the dog, "No barking!". But Shandi barked and the cats hissed and J-Mom cried and said, "I'm sorry!". And Joel cried. And Daddy got mad. And they all lived happily ever after. The end."


I'm so impressed with how much Joel has developed, in so many different ways. Even if it takes telling demented little stories, it's worth it to see it.

And so it sweetly goes...