Monday, March 10, 2008

My Owie by Henry

Let me tell you the story about my eye...

Oh, alright. I'll reenact it.

I was laying on the carpet with my wooden puzzle,

and for some reason, my head fell,

And then I looked like this:

Mom could not figure out how in the world I cut my eye what with only the carpet surrounding me. She thinks it must have had something to do with the puzzle piece in my hand but it's a fun little secret I'm going to keep to myself.

The End
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Brazenlilly said...

Like I told Jim when I gave him the "safety first" guys really need to be careful what toys you let him play with. First it's a puzzle, next you'll be so careless as to let him get a board book. Really. I would have thought more of you.

Becky said...

Thanks for sharing Henry. Sounds like a puzzles may not be your thing....maybe a slide or drum set would be a better choice. I'll mention it to your mom and dad.

Aj Schwanz said...

Henry, you are an *excellent* storyteller - kinda like the guy who wrote Blade Runner or the guys who are writing Lost: always keeps you wondering.