Most nights, after tucking BOY & GIRL in bed, I tell them a story as we sit together in the dark. It is a time when the imagination can wander. Lately, as I edge out the door...tired beyond reason, BOY has started his own ritual, his own story telling.
Mommy, Mommy, wait.... I have to tell you SOMETHING.
What do you have to tell me BOY?
A long, long, long time ago I went to a store and I ate all the food and all the people.
All the people?
Yeah.
... WOW, you must have been full.
I ate them ALL, had a BIG BURP and they flew out.
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12 comments:
At least in the end the people survived! LOL!
So cute. I thought he was going to say he had a "Big Gulp" - like at 7-11 - to swallow them all down. So glad they came back out. See you soon. Kellan
Imagination - it IS a powerful thing.
Me thinks BOY is a genius AND a comedian!
That's one powerful burp!
I think the boy is going to be a novelist! Perhaps magical realism? My nephew was like that--he told funny little stories. He just passed the bar. But I'm still hoping for a novel somewhere down the road.
Mary Margaret always requires her Daddy to make up a story about her day. Then the next day she tells the story to her animals. Gotta love those imaginations!
Well I was hoping for an exciting finish and I got one. Ha.
Did they wave and say thank you?
please go get the book "Fidgety Fish" immediately if your household likes burps.
LOL He sounds a lot like my son!
What a sweetie.
Sound like he may have been reading "There Was an Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly." If not, get it for him. I think he'll like the end.
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