My 5-year-old daughter Maddie's literary output continues to dwarf my own. Here are some of her latest pieces:
The zebra was happy, because I watched him. THE END.
A little boy is at the beach, and it was raining. He went there to dance in the water. THE END.
A Young Monster
Once upon a time there was a dog in a house. Her name was Marla. Outside, a pink square had attached itself to the snowman, not far from a monster with a black head. The monster was eight years old. THE END.