I’m five years old, but almost six,
My mommy says I’m big,
I play outside in lotsa dirt,
Because I like to dig.
My nana’s name is Granny Smith,
She gives me lotsa stuff,
My brother’s name is Jason Smith,
But he plays really rough.
And…um ,um ,um…and…you know what?
One time when I was small?
My mommy got me all dressed up,
And took me to the mall.
Do you like licorice bubble gum?
I think it’s really cool,
One time I blew this bubble?—–
——Next year I go to school.
My daddy says that pretty soon,
We’re going to Disneyland,
That always makes my mommy smile,
She says, “That will be grand.”
Some grownups talk all kinda strange,
I don’t know what they mean,—–
My sister likes this older guy?
I think that he’s fourteen.
I gotta go, it’s time for bed,
And Daddy gets real mad,
If I stay up real late at night,—–
My uncle’s name is Brad.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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Ha ha! That is very perfect! I remember when I talked that way, too!
Such an accurate rendition of the train of thought and speech of a child.
And the grown-up is standing there going “uh huh … uh huh …”
i love it!!! the way the thought pattern continues to change… perfection!!!!!!!
David, great stuff. I recognize the kid’s way of speech from my many grand kids.
Nice writing.