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<title><![CDATA[Looking in the Mirror]]></title>
<link>http://wordofexcellence.wordpress.com/2012/02/08/looking-in-the-mirror/</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 18:26:20 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[This story came fresh from the mind of my son, Caleb, who is now in the first grade and 6 years old.]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This story came fresh from the mind of my son, Caleb, who is now in the first grade and 6 years old. As noted previously, he is continually dreaming up new ideas, some of which I have posted here.</p>
<p>In this case, he did not dictate the story to me; instead, he wrote it out for and by himself. I think it&#8217;s terrific, particularly for someone as young as he. His fertile mind pleases as well as surprises me. Enough of my scribbles, though &#8211; herewith, the latest from the mind of Caleb:</p>
<p>&#160;</p>
<p><em>You won&#8217;t believe what happened!</em></p>
<p><em>I woke up one morning and looked in the mirror. Overnight, I had grown an extra eye. It was huge!</em></p>
<p><em>When my friends saw me, they fainted. They thought that I was a monster, but I was not!</em></p>
<p><em>Or was I?</em></p>
<p><em>Then, after school, my parents noticed the same thing. </em></p>
<p><em>The next day, I didn&#8217;t feel good. Once I woke up, I found myself in the paramedic&#8217;s office bed. Every minute I vomited. I did not like it at all. It was horrible.</em></p>
<p><em>I hoped that the next morning, once I go to school, no one laughs.</em></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Caleb again, this time with Clown Shoes]]></title>
<link>http://wordofexcellence.wordpress.com/2012/02/07/caleb-again-this-time-with-clown-shoes/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 19:29:46 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[In the earlier picture, we only had the  head shot. Here, he&#8217;s fully engaged in frivolity with]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In the earlier picture, we only had the  head shot. Here, he&#8217;s fully engaged in frivolity with gigantic yellow Clown Shoes.</p>
<p>&#160;</p>
<p>What a clown!  Don&#8217;t you just love him?  I sure do!</p>
<p><a href="http://wordofexcellence.files.wordpress.com/2012/02/akc44vtcqaikxau-jpg-large.jpeg"><img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-132" title="Akc44VTCQAIkXau.jpg large" src="http://wordofexcellence.files.wordpress.com/2012/02/akc44vtcqaikxau-jpg-large.jpeg?w=225&#038;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /></a></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Caleb in Full Regalia!]]></title>
<link>http://wordofexcellence.wordpress.com/2012/02/07/caleb-in-full-regalia/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 19:22:28 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[Can I get this photo of my fabulous, frivolous, flatulent (at times), flowering son on the blog?  I]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Can I get this photo of my fabulous, frivolous, flatulent (at times), flowering son on the blog?  I don&#8217;t know yet, but I&#8217;m going to try!</p>
<p>He and I were at iParty in the summer of 2010, where we found all sorts of costumes. Caleb wanted to try some on&#8230;hence we show here the Groucho Marx glasses, nose and moustache and the Curious George Man&#8217;s Yellow Hat.</p>
<p><a href="http://wordofexcellence.files.wordpress.com/2012/02/akc3gp6ceail8v9-jpg-large.jpeg"><img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-129" title="Akc3gP6CEAIl8v9.jpg large" src="http://wordofexcellence.files.wordpress.com/2012/02/akc3gp6ceail8v9-jpg-large.jpeg?w=225&#038;h=300" alt="" width="225" height="300" /></a></p>
<p>&#160;</p>
<p>Hooray, it worked!</p>
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<title><![CDATA[The Gingerbread Man (and Fox)]]></title>
<link>http://wordofexcellence.wordpress.com/2011/12/28/the-gingerbread-man-and-fox/</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2011 18:01:55 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[Caleb has dictated to me a new story&#8230;a recurring theme of Gingerbread Men inhabits his creativ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Caleb has dictated to me a new story&#8230;a recurring theme of Gingerbread Men inhabits his creative mind, it seems.</p>
<p>Here is another &#8211; hey, maybe it&#8217;s a series that will run long&#8230;kind of like Zane Grey&#8217;s westerns!</p>
<p>Here it is:</p>
<p><em>One day there was a Gingerbread man who was in a gingerbread house. Santa Claus was in his sleigh and saw the gingerbread house. There was a little Christmas tree outside.</em></p>
<p><em>There were decorations on the house, and the Gingerbread Man was playing with his little mouse. Then Fox came running over to the Gingerbread Man and said, &#8220;Let&#8217;s have some food, and let&#8217;s be friends forever. I will be nice!&#8221;</em></p>
<p><em>The Gingerbread Man said &#8220;let&#8217;s go flip a coin and see if we&#8217;ll be friends.&#8221;</em></p>
<p><em>&#8220;The coin landed on heads,&#8221; said Fox, &#8220;and that means we are friends!&#8221;</em></p>
<p><em>&#8220;Okay, Santa Claus,&#8221; said Fox, &#8220;let&#8217;s pull the presents to town.&#8221;</em></p>
<p><em>After delivering the presents, they returned home, ate their dinner and went to bed.  &#8220;In the morning, we will open the presents,&#8221; said Fox. </em></p>
<p><em> After they opened all the presents, they decided to go to the movies, to see Alvin and the Chipmunks; and then they went to The Children&#8217;s Museum because they wanted to learn about Mars.</em></p>
<p><em>After that, Fox said &#8220;let&#8217;s all mow the lawn together,&#8221; and they did.<br />
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