K, you ate two cheese sticks from the fridge this morning for breakfast.

Before you started, you asked me for ketchup to go with it.

You told me that you wrote a story called Never Eat A Cheese Stick Without Ketchup.

Of course, I asked you how it went.

Here’s the complete story I dictated for you.

You insisted that “It’s just a short story.”

I think it’s perfect.

Never Eat A Cheese Stick Without Ketchup

A cat snuck into my room.
I got so scared I knocked the glittery crayons down.
I wanted a cheese stick with ketchup.
I asked my mom and dad.
They said yes, yes, yes.

I love you.

-Dad