(Whoops, it’s been awhile since we’ve transcribed any of Jon’s stories. Here’s a couple. —L)
My Mommy and My Daddy are Different
I love going home because mommy and my daddy laugh. It is funny. They are going to have computer. I love going downstairs with them to do some spelling. I like going to play games on the computer. I am going to play Green Eggs and Ham and The Cat in the Hat. I love my mommy and my daddy. They love me. I hug my daddy and kiss my mommy because they love me.
Jon
The Winter
It was cold. I love throwing snow balls. I like going outside in the winter to go tubogning. I am going to the house to get warm. I love going to the snow to go looging with my mom and dad. We go fast when it’s windy.
Jon
Nasty, weedy happy children. All over the place.
Clogging up the internet bandwidth with ickful ‘snow balls’ and weedy ‘hugs’ and nasty ‘kisses’ for nasty ‘mummy’ and weedy ‘daddy’. Ought to be a draconian law, enforced and enforced, all the time.
Give weedy, nasty, happy children the box they came in and a cup for gruel is what I say.
Rrrr.