Tonight as I was getting ready to read Leo his usuals (three of the same dang books we always read...every night...for months), he stops me and says, Mom, TELL me a story. So I started with the story my dad told me over and over as a child: The Three Little Pigs. I made it my own in ways only people who know me would get, and Leo was smiling and silent almost the entire time (except when he cringed and giggled every time I blew the house in!). He insisted I do two more: Goldilocks followed by Jack and the Beanstalk...my favorite parts were when I paused to think, and he would say, You know Mom, this is when he sees the beanstalk! and, The Giant had a harp that sang...remember?? I think we will *tell* stories more often now. Really brings back memories
Posted on: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 06:16:40 +0000
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