From the mouth of my not-so-babe
My father-in-law has a pretty strong bond with my oldest daughter (the younger one, too, but today it's all about the elder). He has spent one morning a week with her since she was two weeks old, so it's pretty understandable. And wonderful. She loves her Papa something fierce. And, he can elicit some pretty amazing utterances from her. The story below was relayed to him this week. He recorded it as she spoke. This is verbatim and no breaks of any sort were taken during its creation.
Once upon a time there was a rock and the rock was lovely. He had no friends to play with, but his name was Bob.
And he had a family and his mom’s name was Sue. His mommy was mean, but his daddy was nice. He had one friend whose name was Franky. Franky lived next door. But Franky was a deer and he played with him. They played hide and seek.
One day Franky could not find Bob because Bob got captured by his mean mom. Bob had a music box with a bear in it that played a song. And the song played, “You live right behind where your mom captured you.” And Franky heard the song and came and rescued Bob.
The end.
Not too shabby for a three, approaching four year old, I'd say. What does it mean when my kid comes up with something like this after months of me not have a single word worth writing on this blog-thing? I don't care what it means. I think it's awesome unto itself. Period.
I'm choosing to ignore the references to the mean mommy. The wee one just has such a creative, thinking outside the realm of reality mind.
Yes, let's go with that.
Once upon a time there was a rock and the rock was lovely. He had no friends to play with, but his name was Bob.
And he had a family and his mom’s name was Sue. His mommy was mean, but his daddy was nice. He had one friend whose name was Franky. Franky lived next door. But Franky was a deer and he played with him. They played hide and seek.
One day Franky could not find Bob because Bob got captured by his mean mom. Bob had a music box with a bear in it that played a song. And the song played, “You live right behind where your mom captured you.” And Franky heard the song and came and rescued Bob.
The end.
Not too shabby for a three, approaching four year old, I'd say. What does it mean when my kid comes up with something like this after months of me not have a single word worth writing on this blog-thing? I don't care what it means. I think it's awesome unto itself. Period.
I'm choosing to ignore the references to the mean mommy. The wee one just has such a creative, thinking outside the realm of reality mind.
Yes, let's go with that.
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