Dear Lils,
These days Dad and I are your little pawns. Put on this earth to do as you say. Sometimes this is funny and cute. And most the time it is a battle of wills to keep each other from screaming. Oh well. We need some flaws as my grandmother used to say.
A funny little thing you like to do at night is tell jokes. And as of late you dive into a story that you made up and tell it and then say, “Ok tell me the story.” Then I basically have to tell your story word for word the exact way you told it like I am taking a pass/fail quiz. If I forget a part. Oh my lord. Don’t even go there…
Tonight’s story went like this:
Once upon a time there was Santa. He was riding in the snow and then he saw a stick. He said, “Is that a picture frame?” HA HA HA. No. It’s not. It’s not a picture frame. It was stick. And then he reached up and got it.
THE END
