Book Reports for Mrs. Mann's Class

I've been posting book reports on Youtube for Mrs. Mann's Class at Whitehall Elementary. For each 10 book reports that I read, I get a charm. As of this posting, I've submitted 32. If you would like to see some of them, here is a link to my Youtube channel for these reports.

Sleep Travel

Last night I went to sleep at home in Anderson, South Carolina and woke up several hundred miles away at Grandpa David's house in Holden Beach, North Carolina. Since I can remember, the same mysterious night time travel has happened my whole life - becoming more frequent around the holidays. I can even recall falling asleep in Atlanta, Georgia only to be woken up disembarking a plane on a small island in the Caribbean.

I don't know how this is possible, or if it happens to everyone, but it is both exciting and scary. Suppose that I overslept, would I wake up on Europa? Or if I woke too soon, could I end up stuck in between two places that didn't quite exist yet?

So far, all of my travel has been interesting, to say the least. It's quite nice to have involuntary vacations thrust upon me. Maybe it's my subconscious’s way of telling me that I need a break. Or maybe it is a mutation or deformity that will become uncontrollable with age. Either way, I enjoy my sleep travel and hope that it keeps sending me places that are fun and new.

Super Toddler

I am the Destroyer of Breakfast, the Marauder of Mealtime, the Conqueror of Inappropriate Subjects and the Ruiner of all that is New, Treasured or Expensive. If there is a book being read, a nap being attempted or a headache that will not subside, I will be there, and I will be loud. Because I am Purveyor of Noise, Instigator of Trouble and Destructor of the Quiet Time Alone. So peaceful moments beware, there is a new Superhero in town and I am cramming spaghetti into your new Blu-ray player.

I am Baby T-Rex

No more am I just Sebastian Thomas Hamilton, I am now Baby T-Rex. I roar, stomp around and am fifty hundred feet tall. I eat millions of bananas of yogurts. Baby T-Rex does not have to clean his room. Baby T-Rex does not need to put on shoes to go outside. Baby T-Rex does not need clean up his puzzles. Baby T-Rex does what he wants. And right now baby T-Rex wants a hug and a kiss.

Someday

Someday I will be able to touch the ceiling while jumping on the bed. Someday I will be able to lift my train table all by myself. Someday I will run so fast that the wind can’t catch me and I’ll move the world where I want it. Someday I will be big, strong and powerful. Someday.

My First Original Joke

Mom: And who else did we run into at the grocery store?
Me: Doctor Jones!
Mom: That’s right.
Me: I have another doctor.
Mom: That’s right. Do you remember her name?
Me: Doctor Liddle!
Mom: Very good. Your doctors are Doctor Jones and Doctor Liddle.
Me: And Doctor Big!

Why?

Why do I ask so many questions? Why am I always asking why? Why do you want to know?

Suppose you spent two long years immersed in a world in which you couldn’t understand anyone around you. Now suppose that you are fully reliant on those same people for your most basic of needs. Learning to communicate would be your top priority. And once you had developed the rudimentary means to do that, those two years of repressed questions would erupt like a long dormant volcano. So yes, I ask a lot of questions. But the world is a very complicated place, with many levels of nuance and distinct social norms. To which, please expect me to continue to bombard everyone with answering distance within everything that I could possibly want to know. Because hey, why shouldn’t I?