I was having a hard time deciding what to blog about tonight. Then, while cleaning out my oldest son's binder, inspiration found me. Bobby had computers yesterday. His assignment was to type what he knew about the pilgrims. Here are his reflections:
By Bobby Lofgren #14
The pilgrims dindint like the king of englind. The nate of amarukins wor huntrs. The pilgrims whent to the bathroom in a bukit. The last nate of amarukin was squontoe. Squonntoe hept the pilgrims. The pilgrims fownd corn.
And as my kindergartners would say, this is the story of the first Thanksgiving! :)