I have asked my trusty 5-year-old friend, Z, to share her thoughts on blog world. (Just doing my civic duty of raising proper bloggers ;) So, with great honor, I present to you, Z:
Today I had a cav-a-dee. It hurted. It was the worst day of my life. I want my teeth to work. I want them to feel better. They won is has a cavity. My cavity is might go into might get worser. I want my teeth to feel better. [AJ interrupts and says, "Who wants cookies?" Z replies, "I do!!!"] I want to brush my teeth better. I'm going to brush my teeth better in circles. It will brush my teeth better and get all the germs. All the time I will brush my teeth and I will do it when my mom says to. I will do what my mom will do when she says to right away.
I hope my teeth will feel better. The End.