Five Years From Now…

I will be nine years old.  It will be after I’m done with kindergarten and 1st grade and 2nd grade and 3rd grade and 4th grade and 5th grade and 6th grade and 7th grade and 8th grade and 9th grade and all those grades.

I will know everything.  I will even know what all the insects look like, and what all the bamboo monkeys look like.  Bamboo monkeys eat bamboo, just like pandas, except they are monkeys.

I want to rename myself. To “Ruth”!  How do you spell “Ruth?”  I won’t be “Esmé” anymore!

I would help people.  If someone fell into a very large hole, I would get a very large rope that’s taller than the hole, and then I would hold it, and then I would tell the woman or the man to hold onto it and climb up. 

Or if it was a cat that needed help, I would rescue it.  If it was up in the tree, I would throw the rope up on the tree, with the loop around a branch, and if the cat was on a branch, I would tell it to climb down.

In five years, I’m going to have children, and Mom will be my children’s grandma.

MamaBlogga Group Writing Project

Illustration of the Day


This is a monster and a giant potato.  The monster pulled at the big potato with a dead bird’s claw until it became small (see the upper left corner).

Just like in a farmer story, where somebody planted a giant potato.  The monster was almost the potato’s size.

The monster is mad because he’s upset about his potato.  It is raining on the monster.  He is a water monster.

He didn’t get a name ever since he was a baby.  He’s gonna be a teenager.  He’s 19 years old, so he’s a teenager.

For fun, he likes to kick, hit, and push.  That’s all the stuff he does.  That’s a mean monster.  He can scratch, too.  See his claws?


(Esmé drew this on the back of her reading worksheet instead of doing the worksheet as instructed…)