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Tomorrow is the last day of school. Jack brought home every scrap of paper in his desk. His writing folder entertained me for at least half an hour. Here are the two pieces that made my heart pitter-pat.


My first family member is my mom. She is important to me in many ways. She is there when I need help on my homework. My next family member is my dad. He is also important in many ways like my mom. He is there when I am scared. My last family member is my dog. She is important to me because she protects the house. She is there when I want to play with someone.


I think my mom is very wise because she was born before me. She is a teacher at St. Alban's preschool, teaching young 3s. I think she is wise becase she is wise becase she has lived at 6 differnt places at my age! I also think she is wise becase she has a wise mom and dad like me. She thinks of good ideas too. I thinck she is becase her dad is in the air force. That is all the things I can think of.

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Kcookski said…
how cute is that? and he has the NICEST handwriting. :)

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