I want to make another silly one

I wanna make another silly one, because I'm silly, I'm Kay-lovely.  I'm stupid. I love myself because I'm stupid.  Hey, I made a two with my broken candy cane.

Shhh.  I love you brother and sister.

My sister helps me make things funny in my blog.  This is not going to be funny. Sorry, it actually is.

So I make it funny.

Don't erase this, Mama.

I'm done with my blog, but I love it!

Different Kinds of People

Different kinds of people have red hair.

Different kinds of people have purple hair.

Different kinds of people have blonde hair, because they didn't dye it.

Different kinds of people have dark skin, and some people have light skin, and some people also sometimes are different.

Some people have blonde hair, brown hair, some people have light colors and dark colors of skins and faces, some people dye their hair, some people have wavy hair, and people have all different kinds of hair, and faces, and colors of their skin.

I'm rewriting "How Do Dinosaurs Learn to Read?"

I am working on it so hard.

It is so hard I keep having to erase it. 

When I use spaces I have to start over on another piece of paper, because I have to write so small, I can't even do the spaces we're supposed to do in it.

This is a very good book.

You should read it.  It is so good.

It is my favorite book. It really is.

I just got it today.

I love it!

Soupy, soup; yummy, yum

I love soup it's my favorite food.



This is not going to be funny.



I love my sister and brother, my baby brother, he is the best and the sister is the best is the soup from my head to my toes.



It is going to be funny.



Soup, yum in my tum! It's going to be yummy, my soup, my sister. Poop! Pee! Chicka-riiiinnnnaaaa!



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Editor's note: Kay had to stop dictating at this point due to the hiccups.

I love my brother and sister. They are the best.

I love my brother and sister. They are still the best. I love my sister the best the best. And my baby brother. They're getting better and better, they're going to keep getting better, better, better. Best, best, best. I'm never going to stop loving them. Yum, yum!

Way to Go!

Kay is already being solicited to write for a blog. This email came today:

Subj: We like your blog - please come and join our new online authors site

....I am searching for a select group of writers and bloggers to become Founder Members... I came across your blog "I love my brother and sister" and was really impressed... when you join, you will be able to get feedback from other skilled writers.

Way to go, Kay - only five and already being called up to the big leagues.

Next up: an invitation to manage some complicated financial transactions for a wealthy Nigerian.

Why Does Uncle Diss Kay?

I see that you follow my sister's blog, and are an administrator of my brother's blog, but what about my blog? What do they have that I don't have? Sure, they have bears and hula hoops - but I have love.

The Red Drink and The Blue Drink and The Purple Drink

The blue drink tastes like Blueberry. And the red drink tastes like Cherry. And Quinn wasn't here even though he's my boyfriend. And the purple tastes like Blueberry and Cherry because we mixed them together.

We made pictures of them.

The end

About Quinn

Mommy: Are you kidding?

Kay: No, I won't make a blog about something else. I have to do it about Quinn. Because I'm in love with him!

Kay: I said, I really, really, really love Quinn.

Mommy: We know that. Don't you have something else to say? People are getting bored of this, think.

Magpie: I don't think you're ever going to get any comments. It's Quinn, Quinn, Quinn.

Kay: Kay only wants to write about Quinn. But her mom and sister say to write about something else, and they're making me. But I won't listen.

Another post about Quinn.

Mommy: We're not having another post about Quinn. This is a blog about Kay. Not about Quinn.

Kay: OK. I have another question then.

Mommy: Yes?

Kay: Can I change my blog name...

Mommy: ... that's sort of hard you see you have too...

Kay:.. to I love Quinn.

I really really really... really do love Quinn.

I love love love love love love love love love love love Quinn.

It's really true.

Mom: Talk about something else besides Quinn.

Kay: No.

I have one about backpacks, too.

I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate my big sister's heavy, heavy, heavy backpack when I go to pick-her-up.

Her name is Magpie. And she gets me into holding her backpack. She's so nice to me. Except for when she gets me into holding her backpack and it's so heavy.

The End!

Yet another post about Quinn

I love Quinn.

He is my favorite, favorite, favorite, favorite, favorite, favorite, favorite (did I say favorite?), favorite, favorite person.

I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, love Quinn.

P.S. Daddy, why did you leave a comment on my blog? We are in the same family, you could just tell me!

Quinn

This is also going to be about Quinn.

He's on the girls team when the boys chase us.

He is my best friend. He is also my boyfriend.

I told him today that he is my boyfriend.

And he said, "Yes!"

He's my favorite person, he's my boyfriend.

I'm going to get married with Quinn, my boyfriend and best friend.

Kay has a boyfriend.

Kay: My boyfriend's name is Quinn. He's nice to me.

Mommy: Does Quinn know he's your boyfriend?

Kay: No. But I'm going to tell him today.

Something about grown-ups

Kay: Since Magpie wrote about kids, I'm going to write about grown-ups. Magpie can help me write this though.

Magpie: Grown-ups are the worst thing ever.

Kay: No! But it has to be nice things about grown-ups.

Magpie: Fine. They take care of you.

Kay: Yeah.

Magpie: They play Wii. They watch TV with you.

Daddy: They give you frozen waffles for breakfast.

Kay: Yeah, toaster waffles.

Daddy: Oh girls! We have to go!

I like

I like to play lots of games.

That's it.

I love my brother and sister

I named my blog I love my brother and sister because in real-life I like my brother and sister. My sister Magpie is nice to me. My baby brother Ziggy is cute.

I like myself.