I think it's genetic

Of the many things I have passed on to my son either through genetics or environment is a penchant and procilivity for words and using them to express himself. He loves to make up stories (although he still says mine are the best). We never write anything down so the story changes every time we tell it. They are always about Max and Monty. Max is a little boy and Monty is, well, that has never really been decided. Sometimes Monty is a horse, sometimes he is a boy. Most often he is a magical creature, origins unknown who came into Max's possession from a traveling fortune teller/gypsy/magician. Monty can change shape depending on the situation and he can always talk, even when he is an animal. Monty is a secret that Max's parents don't know about so when his folks are around Monty usually takes the form of a stuffed animal (Hobbes anyone?) or a small mouse that fits in Max's pocket. But more about Max and Monty later.

My sons latest favorite things to do is make up silly poems. They are always a delightful surprise and almost always with a slight twist of absudity or dare I say "darkness" to them. Here are his latest


Cat

I have a cat
who thinks he's a bat
but every time he tries to fly
he lands with a splat!



Fred

I have a frog, his name is Fred
He doesn't eat much, cuz he is dead

I kept in a box under the sink
Mom didn't know til he started to stink

The fact that he was dead made her kinda sad
The fact that he was stinky made her kinda mad

So I buried him outside, under a big tree
Fred's still dead, but now he's not stinky



CatDog

I have a big grey cat who thinks he's a dog
he likes to play games like fetch with a log

His favorite game is hide-n-seek
As of today he's been gone a week



I am sooo proud!!!!