Dear Mulberry,
Today you were four. There was no oopsie daisy five. One of you growled and showed your terrible claws. They may have gnashed their teeth and rolled their terrible eyes too, but I didn’t see it. They chased two others who ran. And the fourth? They followed. Perhaps they were a wild thing too.
Someone must have performed a magic trick. I think the magic trick might have been a snack and a book because the wild things were tamed. Two of you hunted treasure in the sand that I was scooping up from outside to return to the sandbox. Then, there was a dispute over a treasure, and one went to swing, and one marched away the other direction.
The other two of you investigated water and sand. One pointed out how the water had begun carving a river in the sand. The other turned into a sugar donut.
Love,
Teacher Michelle