
Gibson has become obsessed with me telling him stories..
At first..
My stories were elaborate tales..
Adventures of far off places..
Heroic gestures...
Monumental events...
And then..
He wanted new stories..
All the time..
The Bath..
While I am making dinner..
Car rides..
While we are playing..
Doing crafts....
Shopping..
You get the point..
All the time..
It was getting exhausting..
Trying to make a new plot..
30 times a day..
Slowly I realized..
That if I started a story off
With
"Once upon a time"
added voice inflections..
and some awesome facial expressions..
added a name of someone he knew..
and the occasional sound effect
He loved it...
No matter what the story was about..
For instance
"Once upon a time..
There was a boy named Gibby...
(eyes wide, voice hushed)
who had a magical blanket..
That blanket gave him the power to SLEEP..
Every night he would find his blanket..
and POOF
(added hand gesture of something poofing)
He was sound asleep
(add snoring noises)
(our preferred snoring noise is HONK SHOO)
And he napped Happily Ever after"
That was our bedtime story tonight..
And it was a hit..
Bless that child.
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