Hank: Mama, you should write a story about gardens.
Me: Why? There are already so many great stories about gardens: Planting A Rainbow, The Good Brown Earth, The Carrot Seed, Mrs. Spitzer’s Garden, The Gardner.
Hank: But those stories are not by you. They are by those people. You should write a story about gardens. Your story.
Hank: (thinking) Because only you can write your story. And it would be good. And I would know it. Because I know you.
Me: I think we just wrote it.
Me: Just now. You and I. This is a story about a garden.
Hank: I will get my canetas (markers) you get the lapis (crayons). You write the words. I will write H-A-N-K and we will draw the pictures together.
Me: What should our story be called?
Hank: (thinking) Us. The garden story of us.
Me: (writing it all down)