A couple weeks ago Cpc and I went to the frozen yogurt place down the street for our "Mommy Date." After eating our yogurt, I asked him what we should do now. He said "I don't know," so I proceeded with a bunch of suggestions, the last of which was that he tell me a story. I've been telling him made-up stories before quiet time for a few weeks, so I figured maybe he could come up with something. Well, he latched onto that idea and this is how his story-telling proceeded:
First he closed his eyes and leaned his head down a bit and put his fingertips on his temples. Then he started "once upon a time...." He then spouted off a cute little story that had something to do with Daddy, but otherwise I can't really remember. At the end he said "The End" in the most triumphant voice I've ever heard from him, opened his eyes and grinned at me. It was simply priceless!
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