“For you, being creative isn’t just something to do. It’s an actual survival impulse.” That was Shelly’s horoscope per the local paper one day last week.
That not only applies to Shelly, but also to her oldest grand-child. Eight year old Casedy accompanied us to the Wichita suburbs over the weekend as we visited Shelly’s oldest of three children, and their soon to be 2 year old, Cecily.
The two cousins had some fun together, and Casedy entertained all of us with her creative writing. (If only I could be so creative!!)
With a box of crayons and several sheets of paper, each sheet written in the color of the signatory, what follows are Casedy’s creations. Admittedly I have helped a bit with the spelling, but everything that follows is her’s. I like all of them, but the last one is my favorite.
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dear casedy,
it’s me purple crayon. i love that i’m your favorite color. but start making sense. stop coloring outside the lines.
yours truly,
purple crayon.
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dear casedy,
we need to talk.
everybody knows that I’m the true color of the sun. not yellow. she is mad.
the true color of the sun,
orange crayon.
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dear casedy,
everybody knows that i’m the color of the sun.
everybody knows that!
tell orange she’s out of her mind.
the real color of the sun,
yellow crayon
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dear casedy,
the blue crayon thinks he is better than me.
please tell him he’s not. then I will be happy.
yours truly,
light blue crayon
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casedy,
tell light blue that he is not more important than me.
then i’ll be happy!!!!
yours truly,
real blue crayon
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dear casedy,
why did you peel my paper off?
why casedy.
why?
your naked friend,
green crayon