Tonight, as we were getting settled in for our bedtime routine...
Juliana: Ok you need to tell me a bedtime story
Me: Hmm... There was once a girl and it was time for her to go to bed. So she crawled into bed and fell asleep. The End
J: No. A different story.
M: Ok... There once was a girl named Juliana and it was time to go to bed. So she climbed into bed and her Mommy read her a bedtime story and she fell asleep. The End
J: No... a different story.
M: Like what kind of story?
J: Once there was a circle named Jeff. He was ROUND like a circle. And he was a nut. And he crawled under the bed. One day he cracked... CRACK!(splays fingers out in front of her)... like an egg. The End
M: (muffling laughter) Can I go outside and tell Daddy your story?
J: Yep!
So I relay it to Daddy who runs into the bedroom and asks:
D: Can you tell me the story about the circle named Jeff?
J: No.
D: But I really wanted to hear it.
J: I already told it.
D: Oh, so you're not going to tell me?
J: Of course not... tomorrow.
D: Ok, well how about a hug?
*hugs*
7 comments:
She definitely tells better stories than you, sis.
Is that you?
THAT was a terrible story. I should as Jing to tell me a story.
What happens after he cracks? Does he get help? Is he destined to live under the bed in shame? These questions need answers. I need answers. This is going to keep me up all night. By the way, did you know that your tongue is hollow and if you... :P
Bad Brother. She said "the End" so that means that is it. It's a narrative. She obviously feels the meanings are pervasive and that no additional explanation is needed. I find it profound and brilliant. I feel pain for Pete. He was so round... and now so cracked. Tragic.
And by Pete, i mean Jeff. :)
Loved reading your comments and stories. What a neat way to share.
Thank you.
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