Telling Stories (the 3-year-old way)

So about 6 months ago, when Evan was 2 1/2 and talking up a storm and getting lost easily in the world of make-believe, we decided it would be a fun activity to "write stories." So every now and then one of us will write while Evan dictates a story. The most guidance we give is along the lines of asking "And then what?", and so far his "stories" have been inspired by whatever is on his mind at that very instant. There are many common themes that give insight into what is important to him. (Unfortunately, potty words seem to be at the top of this list!) The stories have yet to reflect some of the elaborate tales he comes up with when he is playing make-believe, but I imagine someday they will. The result of all this "story" making is a stack of papers that we have kept along with his mounds of artwork from school and home. So, before these get lost forever, I wanted to record some of them here. On top of simply wanting to preserve this memory, I also find these interesting because they give a glimpse into the simple world that is created in the mind of a small child. Sometimes, I wish I could just crawl into his head and see the world through his eyes. I have no memory of things ever seeming this simple, and I imagine that the shear joyfulness that Evan exudes must come partly from this uncomplicated point of view.

Crawled on the Window, by Evan Allen Chabot Miller
The bug hits the screen. He plays on the firetruck with friends. His friends are Evan and Brooke and Katie and Malaki and Alexa, and Ms. Weichel was there. Ms. Vasquez was there too, and Ms. G, too. Then the bug crawls all over Evan. Then he crawls all over Mommy and Daddy. Then the bug crawls on the trees. The he drinks all your juice. Then the bug says sorry. Sometimes bugs say sorry. Some bugs hit Mommy. They get in trouble. Some bugs play on the poo-poo. That is yucky. The the bug says, "All done" and then he plays with Evan's PlayDoh.
The End.

The Lamp and the Balloon Took my Strawberry, by Evan Allen Chabot Miller
Daddy was a yogurt and I opened him. Then the yogurt peed on Evan. Then it pooped on Evan. And the the lamp and the balloon took Evan's strawberry. And then Evan went to sleep in the yogurt. Then the yogurt and Evan picked eggs up off the ground.
The End.

Oranges and the Alligator, by Evan Allen Chabot Miller
Oranges hit and pinched Evan, Daddy, and Mommy. Then oranges took Evan's milk. And those guys found an alligator and bit him. They got a time out because they bit the alligator. And Big Oranges said "NO!!!" And those oranges took ice from Daddy's cup and they took Mommy's drink and got a time out. Then they ran outside and were happy.
The End.

Pee-Pee and Poo-Poo, by Evan Allen Chabot Miller
A snake was crawling on that window. He is not crawling there anymore because he went on top of the roof and he stays up there. Then he says "The End." Then he says "poo poo" and "pee pee." Then he says "pee pee" and "poo poo" again.
The End.

The He-He Muffin, by Evan Allen Chabot Miller
The He-He muffin kicked Evan's muffin. And He-He hit and threw a muffin on Mommy and Daddy. And He-He muffin hit Evan's computer. He-He muffin got in trouble, and he cried. He didn't say sorry. So He-He got another timeout, then he said sorry. Then he played outside.
The End.