Storytelling

K's favorite activity is anything that has to do with a narrative. While I am pleased with her enthusiasm for stories, it can backfire once in a while. Not too long ago...

Kesiah: Daddy, could you tell me a story please?
Dad: Sure. Once...
Kesiah: Make it a long long one.
Dad: Okay, Once upon a time...
Kesiah: Make it about the kangaroos. The daddy kangaroo, mommy kangaroo, and baby kangaroo named K.
Dad: Okay, Once upon a time, there were three...
Kesiah: and K is sick.
Dad: May I tell the story?
Kesiah: Sure.
Dad: Once...
Kesiah: and K never gets better. Ever. She is sick forever and her mommy and daddy are happy because everyone is sick and never gets better.
Dad: Okay. (pausing and waiting for more)
Kesiah: and there's an angry monster that is MEAN and a fairy with a broken wand and can't ding everyone better.
Kesiah: and the fairy is sad because her wand is broken and she goes to the doctor and everyone is running away from the monster because he's scary and the princess yells "Off with her head"!
Kesiah: The princess wants to wear the same clothes to bed but she can't because they are dirty and her daddy gets all mixed up and says different things like "you're clothes got dirty when you saved all of China" and the princess says "No, daddy that was Mulan!"
Kesiah: Yes, tell it like that.
Dad: Do you want to tell the story?
Kesiah: No thank you. That's okay, you can do it.