A story about a ladybug, by Bug (2y). The first time he's made up a completely make believe story.-
We're laying in bed and Bug is grumpy, tossing and turning.
Bug- (angrily) I needa see outside!
Me- Okay, you want to look out the window?
Bug- Yeahs (he says a hybrid of yeah and yes)
Me- *lifting him up* See, it's dark outside. The birds are sleeping. The squirrels are sleeping.
Bug- The trees is sweeping?
Bug- The grass is sweeping?
Me- Yes. Everyone is sleeping now. Let's lay down.
Bug- My piwwow is sweeping? Mine peacock is sweeping?
Me- Yes honey.
Bug- *holding out his empty hand to me* I gotta ladybug. See him?
Me- Ohh, you do, huh?
Bug- Yeahs. He's sweeping.
Bug- *holding hand out again* I got two ladybugs. See 'um?
Me- Ooooh, pretty.
Bug- Yeahs. He is a blue ladybug. And he is a green ladybug. They's sweeping. I lay them down on the piwwow.
Bug- You put the covers on them?
Me- Here they go.
Bug- Sanks. Good night ladybug