New exercise. Let’s write a short story together. I’ll start and you add via comment posts. Each person must pick up from the last comment posted to add to the story. Let’s do something with Thanksgiving.
Becca and JR grabbed the slimy wishbone.
“I know what you’re going to wish for,” JR said.
“Mom, JR's breathing his stinky breath on me. Tell him to stop it.”
“James Robert,” Mama said.
“But my breath's not stinky. She’s just mad because I know what she’s going to wish for.”
“OK you two. When I say go, go. Ready?"
Becca and JR nodded.