A Story About Art

Here's a story for you

Once upon a time, I found this envelope under my door

And inside it was a picture

And that picture made my day, so now it's on my door

The End

Intervention

While Sarah Was Looking For A Drink To Take Her Medicine With

"Mommy can I have some of your water please? I just need a sip to take my drugs." Sarah Inquired. But before mommy had the chance to respond Emily gasped and a look of horror colored her expression.

"WHAT!? SARAH! YOU TAKE DRUGS!?" Both her tone and expression displayed that she was appalled by Sarah's potential behavior.

"Just say "No" Sarah" Daddy said between giggles.

"Why didn't you say no? Why Sarah?"

THE END

Poetry ~ By Emily Silvey

"Too"

By Emily Silvey - 5 years old

A unicorn is colorful and pretty

Their wings are colorful too

Dinosaurs are big and scary

Their teeth are scary too

A cat is fuzzy and furry

Its tail is fuzzy too

Rainbows are colorful and shiny

Their gold is shiny too

People are weird and stupid

And you are stupid too

A Crazy Face To Make Your Week-End

Happy Week-End Everyone!

Yellow is More Your Color

While Trying to Get Emliy Out of Bed



It was dinner time at my Papa’s cabin. Emily was still napping so my mom went to wake her.

“Emily,” she crooned “It’s time to wake up precious girl.” She said while shaking her gently.

Emily murmured a little bit and rolled over.

“Emily, wake up sweetie. It’s time to eat.” My mother tried again.

Emily rolled over, eyes still closed, and started to pet mom’s hair. “Hmm, this is nice,” she said and pursed her lips “But do think we could get this in yellow?” She asked. Then she rolled over and continued sleeping.

The End

The Thingy

While sitting in the living room

Emy flounced down the stairs carrying an empty water bottle. “Ash-a-ley! I need your heeeeelp!” She shouted, even though I was only five feet away from her.

“What do you need Em?” I asked, more amused than annoyed by her utter ridiculousness.

“Daddy wants you to change the thingy for the thingy so I can fill this thing with some stuff or whatever.” (The only explanation I have for what she said is this: She believed the sheer volume of information she needed to convey would be too much for my simple intellect, so she decided to remove all unnecessary information to make the process of understanding easier for me.)

“He wants me to change what?”  Her process was faulty.

“You know,” she rolled her eyes, “the thingy!”  She was exasperated at my obvious stupidity.

“No, I do not know.”

“Ugg! I’ll do it myself!” She grunted one last time and stomped off.

I can’t even imagine what it must be like to be the only one who possesses the intellect to be capable of saying something like “Daddy wants you to change the thingy for the thingy so I can fill this thing with some stuff or whatever.” It must be so hard to be the only competent one in the family, Emy. I feel bad for you, what a sad 5 year old you must be.

The End

Valentines Day Post

I know this is a month late, but since when have I been conventional ;) I like to think of it as non conformism. But you can call it laziness if you want.

Emy and I were standing in the kitchen eating conversation hearts

Emy looked down at her heart and back at me. Then back at her heart, then back at me. "What?" I asked.
She looked a little like she might have to poop.
"What are you doing?" I asked again, wondering if she was in pain.
"I'm trying to read it, duh!" She exclaimed.
With a harsh look at me over her shoulder she ran out of the kitchen and into the living room. I saw her whisper to Hannah who was sitting on the couch. However, Emy's version of "whispering" Is saying something just as loud as talking, only in a raspy high pitched voice.
She leaned over to Hannah and whispered "What does it say?" 
Hannah leaned over and told her in a real whisper.
Emy came running back to me and said, "I can read this. It says 'kiss me.'"
With a smug look on her face she got on her tip toes and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Then she proceeded to eat her conversation heart.
Once she devoured the candy heart, she ran off to Hannah with another one.
 "What does it say?"
*More whispers*
She ran back into the kitchen and declared, "This one says 'I love you' I love you!" She told me popping it into her mouth.
"I love you too Emy!" I said with a grin.
Once again she ran off to the living room with a candy heart.
*More whispers*
This time she ran back as fast as she could. "I KNOW WHAT THIS ONE SAYS!" She declared.
"What does it say?" I asked, wondering why she was so excited. And she knelt on the floor and offered me the heart.

And that is the story of how my own, baby sister proposed to me.

 

The End