I’m a pirate. No, I’m a teacher.
“Okay Teddy, turn to page 4 of The Very Hungry Caterpillar.”
“What's that teddy? There's something outside my door? A creepy Creature?”
“Good thing I’m a creepy creature killer!”
“I will slay the beast with...my... my paper towel roll?”
“Don't fret Teddy, tis not just any paper towel roll.”
“It’s a machine gun, a hand grenade and a sword I named killer.”
“It’s my microphone when I host my game shows! And yourrrr up, come on down Mr. Ted Troll!”
“It’s a map when I’m lost in the woods of unfamiliar.”
The creepy creature is dead!
“Okay Mr. Teddy! Read the first sentence!”
In a very beary voice Teddy read:
“On monday he ate through one apple.”
“Thank you Teddy.” “OH NO I forgot to take attendance.”
“Being a teacher is hard. I want to be Johnny Seed apple! I think that's his name?”
“Mom do I have to go to bed? I want to write a new declaration of inattendance?”
Being a kid is exhausting, everyday is a new adventure, each is never the same.
“Good night Teddy.”