When you let kids have free choice during Writing Workshop, sometimes you have no where to go but down.
But you have to go down laughing.
This is what one of my kids wrote for his Slice of Life story yesterday:
"I was at home. My dog puked on the couch. Then my mom and dad came home. It smelled like crap. We cleaned it up. Then my dog went into my room and puked on my bed. It smelled like crap."
At least he's using repetitive phrases.