Saturday, March 27, 2010

Griffin’s blog

We wrote this when we were a bit early getting to school one day.

Griffin says: “You don’t know about me because I’m the only one who knows about me.  But I love you and you love me too. Once in a land I told a story for people in my family – I don’t remember what I told my story about.  That’s all I wanted to say.”

Then I interview….

Where do you go to school?  I don’t know, in a class, a class…

Who’s your teacher? Agnes

Is she nice? Yes, she’s nice

What do you do at school?  Play

Why don’t you work?  Cause Agnes lets me play.  

What do you do at home?  I don’t know.  I don’t know.

How high can you count?  1, 2, 3…….47, 48, 49, 50….. 58, 59!   To 59!  (In English) 1, 2, 3…..36, 37, 38, 39….. 39! (In French)

Where do you live?  In Besancon

Are you French?  Yes

Are you American?  Yes

Where does your Grammie live?  In Delaware

(unprompted) That’s all now.  Is it time to go to school??

3 comments:

Marie said...

I can hear his Voice...
er ist so suß !
Grosses bises à toi Griffin.

Marie said...

I can hear his Voice...
er ist so suß !
Grosses bises à toi Griffin.

Marie said...

I can hear his Voice...
er ist so suß !
Grosses bises à toi Griffin.

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