We’re having a sleepover. Because Roozle has a cough and I had a hard day and am enjoying the company. I asked her to help me blog so she told me this story. She also watched me type it and read a lot of the words. That ruled. I can’t wait for her to tell her teacher that she learned how to read from her mom’s blog.
“Do you like my blog?”
“Yes. I like it because it’s called life with Roozle. Did you write that? Don’t forget the space.”
Here’s her story:
Once upon a time there was a little girl named Elsa and she has a really long dress and she has a really long cape. Elsa really really really really wanted to go outside, but it was too cold outside. The end.
“Is your blog up now?”
“Not yet. Almost. Thanks for helping.”