Once upon on time...

Prologue - My four year old son has just reached the age where his imagination has taken off. One of his favorite past times seems to be making up cockamayme stories (hmmm, is that how one spells cockamayme?) Anyway...like mother like son I suppose.

The setting - 7:30 in my 2 year old daughter's room and my son has decided he will tell her a bedtime fairytale to help her off to sleep. She's game, I'm game. We give the four year old the floor.

The story - "Once upon a time," he starts (were you expecting Dickens? :D). "There was a little boy named John and a little girl named Anna. They lived in a fairytale castle and had fairytale things (all good so far, already he's drawing me in). One day, there was a...." At this point, he pauses, his eyes go wide and he announces, "I gotta go poop." And he's off and running into the bathroom. About five minutes later, with his audience still hanging, he's back. He says, "and everything came out like magic. The end."

I smell Pulitzer. Well...I smelled somethin' anyway.

May everything come out like magic.

Robin (feeling abundantly sorry that just a few weeks into my new blog, I've already resorted to poop stories...but, I just hadta!)