the littlest ghostwriter

•  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.)