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Thursday, January 15, 2009

My Powers of Suggestion are Weak

Adam, climbing into my lap: Tell me a story, mom.
Me: Once there was a little boy named Adam. And he was very tired and cranky, so he decided to take a nap. He lay down on his pillow, and he pulled his blanket up, and he fell asleep. And when he woke up, he felt much better, and was sweet and nice to everyone. The end.
Adam, pointing his finger in my face: Bad. Bad story. That story isn't about me, that's a story about Ellen.


Lili said...

I love these so much. Keep 'em coming--erm, tell your kids to keep 'em coming.

kaoru said...

Hahaha! Omoshiroi ! waraimashita.

Laura said...

Love how he could identify the truth of the story for another sibling.

J and M Lloyd, est. 2004 said...

Okay, I need to read your blog everyday because that is just good humor and great writing. Thanks for making me smile today.