Connor wrote a story today, the wonders of which I will share with you now. (I have cleaned up the spelling.)
I like cheese. Cheese is good for you. You can rip in half cheese.
Cheese is walking to his home. In Cheese World everything is made of cheese. Cheese has a girlfriend. His girlfriend wants to marry him.
The end of Cheese World.
Uncanny observation of relationships? Or merely delight in curdled dairy goodness?