I was putting the kids to bed tonight after the end of a 13ish hour day. I had just read three Tilly Stories (I'm pretty sure it was at least the fifth time I had read one of them, and probably the third time I had read the other two today.)When the little boy said "What about my story?"
"Madison just read you three stories baby." I said.
"No, tell."
I sat back down usually I would have stuck with my 'I already read you three stories' line but the kid had had a long day too. "What do you want me to tell you a story about?"
"Prince and a dragon."
"Is the dragon a goodie or a baddie?" I asked.
"Goodie."
I proceeded to tell a fun story, if I do say so myself, about a frightened Prince. A dragon with a cold. And a "discusging and gross", the kid's words not mine, witch.
I'm just saying the so called useless degree I got in English and theatre really helped end today on a high note.
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