Grace asked me to tell her a story tonight. I am quite out of practice in that department. I chose “Three little pigs.” Simple story, unfortunately my brain remembers it as something like:
- Pigs: three
- Straw house, stick house, brick house
- Bad wolf, chinny-chin-chin, huff and puff
- Straw blows in, stick blows in, brick stays
- Happily ever after, etc. etc. etc…
And fleshing it out really tested my ability to be unnecessarily verbose. Entertainingly verbose? I don’t think I have that ability yet.
What prompted the story was, oddly, watching a “Backyardigans” episode where the little whatsits were saying “Eureka!” entirely too often. Grace asked me who “Eureka” was, and while answering, asked if she’d like to hear the story of Archimedes (Brain version: volume of crown?; smart guy takes bath; fluid displacement; Eureka streak!). I told her the story as I was getting her into jammies and brushing her teeth. That was a tough story to tell; it’s quite scientific/mathematical in nature (except for the streaking part), and I’m not sure I got it down to 3-year-old level, but she liked it enough to ask for another story.
I think I like this better than singing, especially since a certain song has been crowding the others out of my head, and I don’t think it’s the best fit for a kid’s bedtime (Maybe on halloween ). It also seems to get me thinking more, which is always a good feeling. Heck, it even got me to blog more than a one-liner…