"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Thursday, January 6, 2011

As Isaiah was sitting in the kitchen, he said, "Mom, do you want to hear me tell you a story?" I said yes, so he continued. "One time I went out in the backyard and heard a terrible growling noise. And then I saw a big giant monster come out. So I ran in the house and put on my batman costume and went outside and fought the monster and he said 'aargh, yeahghbhgth' and then I beat him. And then I ran inside and took my batman costume off."

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