Uncle Paul

Hi everyone, it's Christopher, the star of the blog. I just wanted to take a turn and tell a story.
Once apon a time, Utah played BYU. We went over to my Uncle Pauls house to watch it. Even though I wanted to go through all the cupboards, and play with Harley, Uncle Pauls dog, I was really tired, so I took a nap and just dreamed about all the food I love to eat. (I can do run-on sentances in my story if I want.) I was so tired that I slept through the whole game! When I woke up I got to play with the Harley again and then I climbed up on Uncle Pauls lap to sing some songs. He's almost as good at singing 'Itsy Bitsy Spider' as my Mom is. My Mom's version is really intense and loud, but Uncle Pauls version is so relaxing. I got so relaxed that I let myself go. It took Uncle Paul a minute to realize what he made me do. I guess he got kinda relaxed too, with all the new warmth in his lap. But when he realized what happened he just passed me off as if I wasn't his favorite nephew anymore. Rude. Then he went swimming. I guess he needed to do something to wash off and work off his frustrations since his team didn't win the game. We all lived happily ever after, especially me!
-Chris