I have a little brother. His name is John. He is only four years old. His face is round
and his eyes are bright. He is very cute. He can't read and write because he doesn't
go to school. This morning, I saw John sitting at the table with a pen in his hand and
a big piece of paper in front of him. "what are you doing, John?" I said. "I'm writing
a letter to my friend." John said. "But you don't know how to write." I said. "well"
John said. "it doesn't matter, because my friend doesn't know how to read."