So, Linds just picked up the book, There’s an Alligator Under My Bed (M.Mayer), and when we sat down to read it, Evie said, “No, I wanna do it!”. Either the kid can read… or this is a popular one at school!
Below are the actual words from the book. E hits 90% of them! Her silencing me at 1:04 and pronunciation of “vegetable” (1:08) kill me every time.
There used to be an alligator under my bed.
When it was time to go to sleep, I had to be very careful.
Because I knew he was there. But whenever I looked, he hid… or something.
So I’d call “Mom” and “Dad”.
But they never saw it. It was up to me. I just had to do something about that alligator.
So went to the kitchen to get some alligator bait. I filled a paper bag of things alligators like to eat.
I put a peanut butter sandwich, some fruit and the last piece of pie in the garage.
I put cookies down the hall. I left fresh vegetables on the stairs.
I put a soda and some candy next to my bed. Then I watched and waited. Sure enough, out he came to get something to eat.
Then I hid in the hall closet. I followed him down the stairs.
I followed him down the hall.
When he crawled into the garage…
I slammed the door and locked it. Then I went to bed. There wasn’t even any mess to clean up.
Now there’s an alligator in the garage. I wonder if my dad will have any trouble getting his car tomorrow morning.
I’ll just leave him a note. “Dear Dad, There is an alligator in the garage. If you need help, wake me up. Warning. Be careful.”
