In the evenings we have gotten into the habit of them having two stories before bed. This means they can each pick a book, and we take turns with which book is read first. Well tonight they both agreed they wanted made up stories from Daddy. My darling husband was pretty thrilled, given he has a family story which was told to him by his Grandmother that he has been
You see, up until two years ago Craig thought the story ended with everyone living happily ever after. That perhaps Slappy had grown old and retired to another large farm in the area his Grandparents lived in. Then one occasion as he was telling his parents with enthusiasm his wish to share the Slappy story with our boys, his Father mentioned leaving out the part where Slappy was run over by his Mother and died. Craig was, to say the least,
Then Ben requested a story about pigs, and I argued it would be fun to hear a story of how Mummy and Daddy met. Luckily my husband managed the story of how we met by making me a Princess, him a crazy strange man that scared people and our old workmates were the three pigs. Ahem. Anyway.
As the boys tiredly but happily went off to bed, their eyes heavy and their cherubic faces lit up with smiles, I couldn't help but wonder what new things tomorrow would bring. Would James, as I try to dress him and accidentally put his arm where his head is meant to go in his top, again call me a sock puppet?
Only time will tell what exciting things we have to look forward to.