Sometimes I am completely blown away by how creative my child is. It was kind of fun to see Matt be blown away, too, and perhaps for the very first time. I like to think he’s experiencing those “proud Dad” moments, such as when I read aloud a story that Elle had written for her class assignment. Matt and I both decided to save this one. It is presented to you exactly as she wrote it.
Why the Ocean is Blue
In one sweltering July, Seaturtle took a cool dip into the pink ocean.
“Why, hello!” Ocean welcomed Seaturtle.
Seaturtle looked around, confused. Nobody was in his view, so who was talking to him?
“Hello? Who is speaking?” Seaturtle asked, right before he dove underwater.
“Me, the Ocean.” Ocean kindly replied.
“Oh.” Seaturtle popped his little head up from the water.
As hours passed, Seaturtle and Ocean chit-chatted away. They noticed how much they had in common with their dislikes, favorites, and lives. Seaturtle and Ocean would’ve talked all day and night, but Seaturtle had children to take care of. As the sky was painted with pink and orange, Seaturtle HAD to go.
“Oh, I think it’s my time to go!” Seaturtle examined the sky.
“Five more minutes?” Ocean begged.
“Sorry, but I have children to feed. I was already late for lunch.”
Ocean settled down and thought of some other way to convince Seaturtle to stay a little longer. Though, he couldn’t.
“Fine…but before you go, do you wanna be best friends?” Seaturtle swam to shore before he answered.
“Sure. I’ve never had a best friend before…”
Ocean was about to ask Seaturtle something, but Seaturtle was out of sight in a blink of an eye.
“Bye,” Ocean softly said through the thick, black air.
The next morning, Ocean woke up with four little seaturtle kids in front of her.
“Oh! Uhhh…hello there! Are you lost?” Ocean asked as nice as possible. She didn’t want to frighten them.
The kids looked at one another, then one of them finally spoke up.
“Have you seen our daddy?” the youngest one asked through her sniffles of sadness.
“Why, no. Well, not this morning, but last night. Didn’t he come back to you?”
“No.” The four of them all said together.
“Oh…um, could you all leave please? I…I…”
“Okay.” All at once, they flippered themselves home.
“Thank you.” Ocean tried her hardest not to cry in front of them. Though it was very difficult.
Then, the tears came, along with the booming sobs. Weeks, months, and years passed by and Ocean became bluer and bluer. Still, Seaturtle has never come back.
THAT’S WHY THE OCEAN IS BLUE.