tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65223490899988555982024-03-13T20:49:01.511-07:00I love my brother and sisterAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07427772370703531241noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522349089998855598.post-85170250583764411042011-01-23T15:31:00.000-08:002011-01-23T15:31:34.640-08:00I love my brother and sisterI actually want to do a soup sunny soup.<br />
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A soup sunny soup isn't anything, I'm just making up funny words.<br />
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This is not going to be funny.<br />
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Soup Sunny Soup.<br />
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I love soup.<br />
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My brother and sister are in it.<br />
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My baby is one year old - so cute.<br />
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My sister loves Harry Potter books.<br />
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She's crazy. She's soup sunny soup.<br />
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I love soup sunny soup with my brother. And sister.<br />
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I love soup sunny soup with my brother and sister in it.<br />
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Isn't that funny?<br />
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Soup sunny soup.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07427772370703531241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522349089998855598.post-71859101680385941242010-12-23T11:04:00.000-08:002010-12-23T11:04:39.451-08:00I want to make another silly oneI 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.<br />
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Shhh. I love you brother and sister.<br />
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My sister helps me make things funny in my blog. This is not going to be funny. Sorry, it actually is.<br />
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So I make it funny.<br />
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Don't erase this, Mama.<br />
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I'm done with my blog, but I love it!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07427772370703531241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522349089998855598.post-79665536662998770542010-12-23T10:55:00.000-08:002010-12-23T10:58:38.593-08:00Different Kinds of People<span style="color: red;">Different kinds of people have <strong>red</strong> hair.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: purple;">Different kinds of people have purple hair.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #ffe599;">Di<span style="color: black;">fferent kinds of people have blonde hair, because they didn't dye it.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06;">Different kinds of people have dark skin, and some people have light skin, and some people also sometimes are different.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f4cccc;">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.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07427772370703531241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522349089998855598.post-42731204494413033922010-12-23T10:22:00.000-08:002010-12-23T10:59:44.693-08:00I'm rewriting "How Do Dinosaurs Learn to Read?"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaEPKx0iTmsmIBVLehsgApOse99Bt0dFAuhXwtPRYKonrYmK6H0zi-jLe4vmTQ1n1iDHaFShD8EjEK2wdBdtkoAssxhXPribbnz746uP-mUOPJG_QyswEUwsGLsoCPdieEYebMeVwpSdc/s1600/dinos+reading.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaEPKx0iTmsmIBVLehsgApOse99Bt0dFAuhXwtPRYKonrYmK6H0zi-jLe4vmTQ1n1iDHaFShD8EjEK2wdBdtkoAssxhXPribbnz746uP-mUOPJG_QyswEUwsGLsoCPdieEYebMeVwpSdc/s1600/dinos+reading.jpg" /></a></div><span style="color: red;">I am working on it so hard. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">It is so hard I keep having to erase it. </span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">This is a very good book.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">You should read it. It is so good.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">It is my favorite book. It really is.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">I just got it today.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">I love it!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07427772370703531241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522349089998855598.post-84729081738897585432010-11-14T07:14:00.001-08:002010-11-14T07:21:55.207-08:00Soupy, soup; yummy, yumI love soup it's my favorite food.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">This is not going to be funny.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#663300;">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.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">It <em>is</em> going to be funny.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Soup, yum in my tum! It's going to be yummy, my soup, my sister. Poop! Pee! Chicka-riiiinnnnaaaa!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;">wwwwwwoooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#333300;">Editor's note: Kay had to stop dictating at this point due to the hiccups.</span></em>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07427772370703531241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522349089998855598.post-33506870069421095032010-11-04T15:13:00.000-07:002010-11-04T15:17:40.425-07:00I 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!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07427772370703531241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522349089998855598.post-75510114467787156432010-10-27T07:09:00.000-07:002010-10-27T07:15:11.089-07:00Way to Go!Kay is already being solicited to write for a blog. This email came today:<br /><br />Subj: We like your blog - please come and join our new online authors site<br /><br />....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.<br /><br />Way to go, Kay - only five and already being called up to the big leagues.<br /><br />Next up: an invitation to manage some complicated financial transactions for a wealthy Nigerian.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07427772370703531241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522349089998855598.post-72444093849315260012010-10-11T18:40:00.001-07:002010-10-11T18:42:53.510-07:00Why 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 <em>love</em>.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07427772370703531241noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522349089998855598.post-15847139041940545452010-06-11T05:10:00.000-07:002010-06-11T05:12:51.646-07:00The Red Drink and The Blue Drink and The Purple DrinkThe 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.<br /><br />We made pictures of them. <br /><br />The endAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07427772370703531241noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522349089998855598.post-41902938301462315092010-05-29T15:03:00.000-07:002010-05-29T15:08:44.690-07:00About QuinnMommy: Are you kidding?<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Kay</strong></span>: No, I won't make a blog about something else. I have to do it about <span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong>Quinn</strong></span>. Because I'm in <span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>love</strong></span> with him!<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Kay</strong></span>: I said, I really, really, really <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">love</span></strong> <span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong>Quinn</strong></span>.<br /><br />Mommy: We know that. Don't you have something else to say? People are getting bored of this, think.<br /><br />Magpie: I don't think you're ever going to get any comments. It's <strong><span style="color:#ffff00;">Quinn, Quinn, Quinn</span></strong>.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Kay</span></strong>: <strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Kay</span></strong> only wants to write about <span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong>Quinn</strong></span>. But her mom and sister say to write about something else, and they're making me. But I won't listen.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07427772370703531241noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522349089998855598.post-26312685067228203642010-05-19T05:11:00.001-07:002010-05-19T05:13:02.055-07:00Another post about Quinn.Mommy: We're not having another post about Quinn. This is a blog about <em>Kay</em>. Not about <em>Quinn</em>.<br /><br />Kay: OK. I have another question then.<br /><br />Mommy: Yes?<br /><br />Kay: Can I change my blog name...<br /><br />Mommy: ... that's sort of hard you see you have too...<br /><br />Kay:.. to I love Quinn.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07427772370703531241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522349089998855598.post-40989129346428862652010-05-16T05:12:00.000-07:002010-05-16T05:19:01.878-07:00I really really really... really do love Quinn.I love love love love love love love love love love love Quinn.<br /><br />It's really true.<br /><br />Mom: Talk about something else besides Quinn.<br /><br />Kay: No.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07427772370703531241noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522349089998855598.post-83339735498108480382010-05-12T14:55:00.000-07:002010-05-12T14:57:38.161-07:00I 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />The End!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07427772370703531241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522349089998855598.post-50358859297617655862010-05-12T14:49:00.000-07:002010-05-12T14:52:06.340-07:00Yet another post about QuinnI love Quinn.<br /><br />He is my favorite, favorite, favorite, favorite, favorite, favorite, favorite (did I say favorite?), favorite, favorite person.<br /><br />I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, love Quinn.<br /><br />P.S. Daddy, why did you leave a comment on my blog? We are in the same family, you could just tell me!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07427772370703531241noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522349089998855598.post-29982388181996075322010-05-11T14:44:00.000-07:002010-05-11T14:47:34.036-07:00QuinnThis is also going to be about Quinn.<br /><br />He's on the girls team when the boys chase us.<br /><br />He is my best friend. He is also my boyfriend.<br /><br />I told him today that he is my boyfriend.<br /><br />And he said, "Yes!"<br /><br />He's my favorite person, he's my boyfriend.<br /><br />I'm going to get married with Quinn, my boyfriend and best friend.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07427772370703531241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522349089998855598.post-20247127307020626712010-05-11T05:09:00.000-07:002010-05-11T05:10:30.267-07:00Kay has a boyfriend.Kay: My boyfriend's name is Quinn. He's nice to me. <br /><br />Mommy: Does Quinn <em>know</em> he's your boyfriend?<br /><br />Kay: No. But I'm going to tell him today.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07427772370703531241noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522349089998855598.post-66070324415280035612010-05-09T06:22:00.000-07:002010-05-09T06:29:06.755-07:00Something about grown-upsKay: Since Magpie wrote about kids, I'm going to write about grown-ups. Magpie can help me write this though.<br /><br />Magpie: Grown-ups are the worst thing ever.<br /><br />Kay: No! But it has to be nice things about grown-ups.<br /><br />Magpie: Fine. They take care of you.<br /><br />Kay: Yeah.<br /><br />Magpie: They play <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Wii</span>. They watch TV with you.<br /><br />Daddy: They give you frozen waffles for breakfast.<br /><br />Kay: Yeah, toaster waffles.<br /><br />Daddy: Oh girls! We have to go!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07427772370703531241noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522349089998855598.post-5764880980968504862010-05-08T04:19:00.001-07:002010-05-09T06:29:17.359-07:00I likeI like to play lots of games.<br /><br />That's it.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07427772370703531241noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6522349089998855598.post-92003775971660749592010-05-08T04:11:00.000-07:002010-05-09T06:29:28.275-07:00I love my brother and sisterI named my blog <em>I love my brother and sister</em> because in real-life I like my brother and sister. My sister Magpie is nice to me. My baby brother Ziggy is cute.<br /><br />I like myself.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07427772370703531241noreply@blogger.com0