from the mouth of a babe

August 18, 2009

The way I think about my mind is that it’s like a little library in my brain. There’s a little person that’s like me in my brain. And if I forget what I’m going to say, then that means that the little person in my brain has just dropped something. So that’s how I forget what I wanted to say.
This is the brilliant bit of insight that I just learned from my young friend Maggie. At the age of 6, she already astounds me with her intelligence, and that last comment is just one example of the ways she does so.
Now she is writing a story, and this is what we have so far:
THE CROCODILE
in a big, big, swamp, a big, big, crocodile lived. he was king of the swamp animals. he was a terrifying king.

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