- Scene: putting anth to bed last night. (typically, we either read to him for a bit or let him work on reading to us.) i had let him stay up later than usual to watch last wednesday's episode of The Sing-Off with me so we would be caught up for tonight. (upcoming post regarding the sing-off...) because it was late, we agreed i would just tell him a story of my own. all of this transpired with us lying on our sides facing one another for story-time.
- Me: Once upon a time, there was a boy named Anth, and...
- Anth: (shakes head) No, mom. not a story about me.
- Me: Okay...once upon a time there was a girl named krystyne...
- Anth: (rolls eyes) NO, mom. not a story about you and daddy.
- Me: Haha. okay...once upon a time there was a prince who lived in a far-away castle...
- Anth: (look of complete disgust) Ugh! no mom, i don't want the story to be a fantasy story.
- Me: Ummm...okay...once upon a...
- Anth: I want it to be about a toy factory!!!
- Me: Perfect! A long time ago, there was a....
- Anth: But i DON'T want it to be about Santa's toy factory and all those elves...
- Me: Definitely not. okay, a story about a random toy factory....once upon...
- Anth: (bolts up in bed) I know! Make it about a Matchbox toy factory! (lays back down.)
- Me: Sounds great! What happens in the factory?
- Anth: (throws up his arm in exasperation) I don't know, mom! YOU'RE the one telling the story!!!!
- (clearly.)
December 20, 2010
the littlest ghostwriter
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