Seth Tells a Story to His Grandma

During my mom’s visit last month, she transcribed this story Seth told her. It’s based on our trip to the Los Angeles Times Book Festival:

We got up in the morning and we drove to the Book Festival. We forgot we ate breakfast. I had cereal.

The Book Festival was outside and we listened to stories. We walked around. It was a nice day and there was a lot of purple.

I liked Jay Jay the Jet that was on stage and sold stuff.

We forgot we went to the toilet and we forgot we brushed our teeth but we didn’t brush our teeth.

I had a lollipop. I had fun and I like the Jay Jay sticker. I got mama’s old telephone. (Her retired cell phone.) I ate rice and beans at the (Indian) restaurant. (We told Seth the lentils were black beans.)

When we were done, we went home.

The end.

Comments

[Jared]

Sounds like you have a budding Hemingway on your hands!

[chip]

I just love the apparently disjointed and non-linear story-telling of kids at that age. It really makes you wonder what is going on inside their little heads!

[brettdl]

Jared: As long as Seth drinks a lot less and has a happier ending.

Chip: Actually, I'm amazed it comes out as organized as it does, considering... But yes, it is a wonder what is happening inside the head.

Can you believe he remembers his broken leg three years ago? Seth even remembers his cast color. I don't remember much from before the age of 9 or so.

[Anne]

Um, uh, honey, he remembers his cast color because there's a big ol' photo of it as the background on your laptop. And I mention it to him every time I have the laptop on, which is every day.

Sorry.

[brettdl]

Oh yeah, I forgot about that.

[Phil]

Sometimes I forget I went to the toilet too.

[brettdl]

Parents are just too busy.